This is of course NOT the first time this has happened to me, far from it, but it stings and hurts my feelings nonetheless every. single. time. And it makes me angry and ashamed. I think I’m finally getting over all of my baggage with dating apps, finally treating it…

It’s 5 PM on a Tuesday. My favorite comedy radio show is back from President’s Day weekend and as always, I’m excited for their return. I see a post on The Bonfire’s IG Story saying there will be a big announcement on today’s show. For a moment, I‘m nervous, but…

And I’m feeling all sorts of feelings. Not really good ones. And this all stems from…the dreaded comments section. …

(An essay I submitted when trying to become Diner-at-Large at NY Magazine.) It begins with trying to plan a birthday, a task I abhor. The anxiety creeps into my chest. Keep it simple or make it big? After experiencing a covid birthday (as we all did,) I have the deep…

Depression deserves it’s own color scale, just like terrorism and covid. Because one minute you are just gliding along at baseline depression, and then all of a sudden you tumble into a Red area (that is really more like black.) Although we live in a world that is priding itself…

I remember it so vividly. I woke up and felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest. Shock. Disbelief. Then I had to go to work. I was working at a non-profit in Brooklyn where I was being emotionally abused by my supervisor. My mental health was in…

My Potential Causes of Death Cheese Just salt in general The syrups they put in iced coffee Suicidal Ideations Inability to commit to any form of exercise Charcuterie Ignorance No desire to stop bad habits A penchant for depression Champagne overdose Unshakable belief that the couch is always the best place to be A broken heart Coronavirus (And I wish I didn’t have that in the back of my mind, but here we are America. Yes, I was watching Bernie Mac last night. RIP to the god of breaking the 4th wall.)

I stumbled upon Prozac Nation at a time when I couldn’t have needed it more. It was the Fall of 2014, I was entering my last semester of college and feeling completely burnt out, depressed, downtrodden; wondering how I would even get through the next 4 months without having some…

How to be an Unemployed Millennial Writer Submit your writing to websites you don’t even read anymore, because you think “This site has become such crap: I’ve even seen people I KNOW get shitty writing published on there. Why not my mediocre words?” Only to be rejected (At least they’re…