

Riverdale
I heard this on Riverdale , I loved it: Fear is always there. Fear of the unknown, of facing things alone. Fear that those closest to you are the monsters. Fear that as soon as you slay one monster, another is ready to take its place. Fear that there’s one more boogeyman waiting at the end of the hallway. #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatters #FromStageToPage #HealingThroughArt #VulnerablyBold #Depr
12 hours ago


Delivery
It’s honestly kind of ridiculous when you think about it. During the pandemic, I was out there delivering groceries like it was my full time civic duty. Instacart. Postmates. DoorDash. Running around empty streets, masked up, wiping everything down, making sure people got their oat milk and frozen dinners so they didn’t have to leave the house. At the time, it felt important. Necessary. Like, okay, this is how I’m helping the world not fall apart. Now? I can’t even get back o
1 day ago


Green Noise
I’ve been trying green noise at night to help me sleep. It’s softer than white noise and steady enough to quiet my brain when it wants to replay everything at 2 a.m. No lyrics, no thoughts to follow, just a calm hum that makes the night feel less loud and less lonely. It hasn’t fixed my sleep completely, but it makes drifting off feel easier, and right now I’ll take that. #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHea
2 days ago


Door
Sometimes I watch these TV shows where people just kick in a door like it’s nothing. One solid kick, door flies open, problem solved. Of course, I have never tried this in real life. But every time I see it, I can’t help wondering… is it really that easy? Or is TV wildly overestimating everyone’s leg strength and underestimating the power of a locked door? #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatters #From
4 days ago


Bravo
I am honestly so thankful for Bravo. It sounds silly, but some days it genuinely saves me. When my brain is loud or the day feels heavy, there is something comforting about familiar chaos, dramatic confessionals, and people arguing about things that are not my problems. It is escapism, sure. But it is also comfort. And sometimes that is exactly what I need. #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatters #Fro
5 days ago


Paper Bags
Paper grocery bags are a lie. I always forget my reusable ones, think it will be fine, and then the handles rip and the bottom gives out in the parking lot. This is me reminding myself that I own reusable bags. Many of them. I should probably bring them next time. #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatters #FromStageToPage #HealingThroughArt #VulnerablyBold #Depression #Manipulation #Bipolar #BreakingThe
6 days ago


Life
I honestly never expected to live this long. Not in a dramatic way, just in a quiet, matter of fact way. I planned in short chapters, not full books. Sometimes I catch myself thinking, oh… I am still here….how much longer? #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatters #FromStageToPage #HealingThroughArt #VulnerablyBold #Depression #Manipulation #Bipolar #BreakingTheStigma #TheaterAndTherapy
7 days ago


Ouch
I woke up at 2 am feeling like my brain was about to explode. The pressure in my eyes was terrible. Usually when I sit up it eases, but this time it just… didn’t. So I moved to the living room, sat upright, turned on the TV, took a decongestant, and at some point I must have fallen back asleep. I woke up again around 4:15 and felt so much better. The relief was unreal. Thank God for small mercies and medicine cabinets at 2 am. #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #T
7 days ago


Breathe
Lately, sleep has turned into this weird nightly battle. Every time I finally lie down, something happens. My nose suddenly plugs up, like something fills it from the inside, and I can’t breathe right. It jolts me awake over and over again. The strange part is that once I sit up, things usually go back to normal within a minute. I can breathe again. Everything clears. But as soon as I lie back down, there it is again. Same thing. Same frustration. This has been going on for a
Jan 31


Therapy
I do one on one therapy every week. And that said, does anyone else ever feel… therapied out? Like you have done all the journaling, all the unpacking, all the emotional heavy lifting, and your brain just wants to sit on the couch, eat snacks, and not analyze why you feel the way you feel. Do not get me wrong. Therapy is good. Necessary. Life saving, even. I love having someone help me sort through the mess. But sometimes I find myself thinking, yes, I know why I do this. I k
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