I stopped following astrology accounts that make me feel bad after one more reel framed my anxiety as a terrible Mercury transit. It was not a dramatic…
Depression can turn ordinary life into obstacles. During a depressive episode, brushing your teeth, preparing a meal, washing clothes or paying a bill may…
My mornings used to begin before I had properly arrived in my own body. I would wake up already scanning for problems, reach for my phone, read something…
For years, I treated my bisexuality like a traffic light. Red meant women, green meant men, and anything in between meant I was confused. I dated a man who…
Creativity rarely arrives in a neat, predictable form. It can appear as a half-finished poem typed on a Melbourne tram, a sketch made beside a Sydney window,…
I love pop culture with an enthusiasm that has survived questionable plot twists, terrible wigs and far too many hours spent scrolling through streaming menus.…
I used to imagine healing as a story with a clear final chapter. I would process the trauma, learn to love myself, stop feeling anxious, and eventually become…
My rabbit’s health problems began with small signs that were easy to explain away. A little less enthusiasm at breakfast. A quieter afternoon. Droppings that…
For years, I treated anxiety like evidence that I was doing life incorrectly. If my chest tightened before a social event, I assumed I was weak. If I replayed…
Self-care is often presented as a quiet ritual: a bath, a walk, a face mask, or an expensive coffee bought on the way to work. Those things can be comforting,…