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Is it possible to create a healthy relationship with regret? Is it not antithetical to the very nature of regret, by definition: a painful, uncomfortable truth of wishing something in the past was different...
I don’t remember the first time I masturbated. Maybe the shame and secrecy that shrouded masturbating shoved those memories into a dark corner of my brain. I vaguely recall it involved Days of Our Lives fan fiction—a story about...
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In sickness and in health.When reciting this particular vow with my now-husband in August, I was blissfully unaware of how soon we’d be facing the sickness part.To make a long story short, just a few weeks after...
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Anxiety is a snowflake. Everyone’s brand is different from everybody else’s, even if the side effects are, in many ways, the same. And right now, it’s snowing all over the world.Some form of anxiety...
“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift.” – Bil Keane
I’m writing this essay two days before my youngest turns three. She is the living embodiment of how fleeting each day can be. Sometimes she grows...
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Like it or not, winter is coming. There’s limited sunlight, limited warmth, and this winter in particular, limited social capabilities. And in a year when many of us have been struck with loss, grief, anxiety,...
Do you remember the first time you had a gut feeling about something? Probably not. It’s a natural-in-the-sense-that-you-don’t-always-acknowledge-it thing that happens; a this-is-just-how-it’s-supposed-to-be part of life we’ve all experienced time and time again.
So here’s an easier question: Do you...
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Editor’s Note: It’s been (and continues to be) a long week. For anyone looking for a little calm in their mornings in the days and weeks and months to come, we wanted to...
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I spent a lot of my thirty-first year on earth crying about my skin. Yes, you’re reading that right: thirty-one, not thirteen, seventeen, or even twenty, when skin woes are presumed to be more...
I have come to always anticipate an October surprise. Against the backdrop of our most gorgeous season, something significantly challenging just about always comes to a head between the months of October and December. Someone quits their job. My...
