So That’s What Burnout is Like
I was excelling at work, investing in my self-care, and bursting with creative projects. I felt great and was even proud of myself. Look at me healing! Pursuing passions! Creating things in ways I hadn’t before!
I Currently Have 19 Active Drafts
I’m not counting the ones that hide in the scraps folder… yet. A couple of months ago I shared some loose ideas to expand my…
January’s Little Cousin—Why February is the Worst Month (for Me)
The body may keep the score, but it's the brain that remembers what day it is.
What I Hope 2023 Will Look Like
Writing is an opaque and misunderstood art form. If one hears “content creator,” they may not consider a writer to be one (most writers may not identify as one, either). But writing is in fact, content creation.
Silence is Not an Answer
Silence is not an answer. Silence is the absence of information—nothing more or less. Silence does not indicate a person’s motives, intent, state of being, feelings, or thoughts. Filling in the blanks in the absence of those things is a disservice both to the recipient and giver of the silence.
An Emerald Day
2022 was the year that I survived. And not a whole lot else, but just one little step forward at the end.
The Disenfranchisement of the Hyper-Independent
I seem fearless to everyone around me. Whenever someone asks why or how I would do the thing that they would or could not, my answer is one of two things. It’s either that it doesn’t occur to me that I can’t or that I don’t have a choice.
Why I’m (Probably) Staying on Twitter
Twitter is simple—it’s what Facebook used to want to be, back when users needed an .edu email address to join. It’s the space where people…
The Thirteenth Hour
Before, my life felt like I was always running a labyrinth. Always hearing a screaming baby in a distant place, never able to reach it, constantly yanked in different directions, racing against a time frame that didn't exist. But now the whole thing has been razed, disintegrated.
Why I’m Not Angry With Him
I didn’t know then that he was confessing. His words were sincere but like so many other things he said, were incomplete statements. He stopped short of the whole truth: “You deserve better than what the world dealt you, but I choose not to give it because I don’t believe I deserve it also.”
Reidun Saxerud 