Tag: mental health

in which we have pills & pigeons

In February I started feeling off in a way I couldn’t quite put my finger on; things weren’t quite right, I knew that, so I did an MS thing and started carrying a little notebook with me, taking notes. (This is a great trick if you’re working on getting anything tricky diagnosed, FYI: find a note-taking system you know you…

in which I tell you about my fourth

I used to love the 4th of July. It’s not that I get all Lee Greenwood about things- I really dislike that song, by the way, it creeps me out for a variety of reasons- I don’t. I was in the military, but I’m not a flag- wavy sort of person. Being in the military probably made me less of…

in which I am done being a judgeypants

I made a daring choice this morning, folks. I wore yoga pants to the studio. SCANDAL, I know. They were a size too large, so they were a bit too loose, but they were yoga pants, sure enough. I almost changed my mind at the last moment, but stuck to my guns and did it anyway. My legs were bothering…