The way I wish I could write: Natalie Breuer, “On Depression”

I haven’t written much yet on my struggles with depression in my teens/early 20’s. Those are perhaps my most real memories.  They made me who I am; they prepared me for what came next.  (After all, if I could make it through some of those dark times, I could definitely make it through physical pain). … More The way I wish I could write: Natalie Breuer, “On Depression”

A Returning

“I have been away. I have often thought of how to begin this blog again after a long hiatus and then more time would pass and there it stood waiting for me to speak, write, and reach out. The reason for my silence is the same reason for beginning this blog. Living with chronic illness … More A Returning

A Clearing

So I’ve been clearing out all the old stuff from my storage unit.  Finding so many reminders of all the plans I once had. The high-heeled boots I bought senior year of high school, right before the Halloween dance.  My friends and I were all going to go as “sexy cops.”  (I know). My running … More A Clearing

Inner Limits

I’ve realized something about myself recently– something that has implications for my ability to heal. I’m sharing it with you all, in case it can help spark a similar realization for anyone else out there. *** As many of you know, when I was in high school I had an eating disorder. I was very … More Inner Limits

Graceful.

I’m one of those people who is spiritual, not religious.  But I love holidays because of how everything slows down, and people come out of their shells. In Boston, on a weekday… you better not dare to take an extra two seconds to make your turn, because you’ll definitely get honked at by at least … More Graceful.

Little things

These days,  I’m all about the little things. Last Sunday, I went with my friend Romina to her father’s house in Rhode Island.  I would say that we were going to visit, but we were actually short on time, and Romina just needed to drop some things off. But we ended up having a great … More Little things

Fear of authenticity

I’ve noticed something about myself, since I started this blog. I love, love, love sharing my writing with others, and forming connections. Every time I have a meaningful moment on here– let’s say I publish a particularly personal post, and people really respond to it– I’m exhilarated. I get totally fired up. I start planning … More Fear of authenticity

“Why are you writing about overcoming pain, when you’re still in pain?”

A frustrated family member asked me this question once, and it really stuck with me. As much as I believe in my own reasons for writing, it kind of freaked me out. What if other people are wondering the same thing? How can I have an entire series of posts about how my life was … More “Why are you writing about overcoming pain, when you’re still in pain?”