Tag: mental health
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Or: Why HER by Skydxddy Finally Ended the “What’s Your Favorite Song?” Crisis For years, I hated being asked what my favorite song was. It felt impossible. Like asking someone to pick their favorite scar. Favorite memory. Favorite version of themselves. Music has never been background noise to me. Music is emotional archaeology. Tiny haunted…
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The Mirror Incident That Started This Spiral Today was not supposed to be a double feature. The girls accidentally shattered my mirror last night, which apparently means they just signed a seven-year contract with bad luck before they even know how to spell “superstition.” Tiny cuts. Tears. Millions of glittering shards scattered across the freshly…
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Before we get into it, here’s how this post works. These lyrics are read without context—no backstory, no personal history, no explanation of who or what inspired them. Just the song as it exists on the page, the way a listener would hear it the first time through. After that, we’ll break open what’s actually…
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Sea Life Aquarium in Kansas City, Missouri 2022—where the tanks were glowing, the jellyfish were vibing, and I…was basically this duck. Bright on the outside, blue on the inside, plopped on a metaphorical plank because Dave decided to blow me off that day. Nothing like ocean ambience and a rubber duck to really highlight the…
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Some songs don’t ask for permission to exist.Some songs show up exhausted, overstimulated, and still expected to function. Before we get into it, here’s how this post works. These lyrics are read without context—no backstory, no personal history, no explanation of who or what inspired them. Just the song as it exists on the page,…
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The Gap No One Sees There is a very specific kind of frustration that comes from being fully aware of what needs to be done and still not being able to initiate it. The list exists. It is clear. It is reasonable. Dishes need to be done. Laundry needs to be folded. Messages need responses.…
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I’ve been on both sides of body shaming. When I was bigger, people said I should lose weight.Now that I have, they say I’ve gone too far. Funny how no one ever stops to ask how I feel—they just measure their comfort against my body and call it concern. The Familiar Voice of “Concern” It’s…
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The One Where I Finally Stopped Settling for “Good Enough” Dave still says therapy doesn’t work for him.But here’s the thing — therapy works. He just hasn’t found the right therapist. And honestly? It took me years—and seven therapists—to find mine. The first one talked more than I did.The second gave me whiplash — one…
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When Sleeplessness Isn’t Mania — It’s the Weight of Everything Anybody who knows me knows I don’t do all-nighters.Jamie used to make fun of me for it — no matter what we were doing, I’d hit my wall by 2AM like clockwork. My brain would just…power down. So when I stayed awake for nearly a…
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When Survival Mode Becomes the Default During a therapy session, I was telling my therapist all the things I’ve been doing to make sure the girls feel safe and secure through all this chaos—because, as always, they’re my #1 priority. She took a pause, then asked:“But how are you holding up?” And I froze. Because…