Of course I’ve learned a lot from my first month in New York City—what were you expecting, me to not share any of it?
bonjourno.
e.m., like Forster, not Emily.
e.m., like Forster, not Emily.
All in MUSINGS
Of course I’ve learned a lot from my first month in New York City—what were you expecting, me to not share any of it?
The thing about abuse is you often don't realize you're going through it until it's too late.
Well, it’s happening. I can’t believe it, the last few months have been such a whirlwind and I haven’t had much of a chance to stop and think but here it goes: I’m moving!
Remember last year when I tried to kill myself? Well, I’m here—and here’s what I’ve learned about life in the last three-hundred and sixty-five’ish days.
Some thoughts on living with bipolar and what you can do for your mentally-ill friends.
Just because I’m a career-oriented person doesn’t mean that I don’t find it incredibly difficult to navigate the business world.
The weather’s been bringing out the best—and by best, I mean worst—of my bipolar. Here’s what it feels like.
Rich, nutty coffee, delicious dark chocolate, sweet, citrusy oranges, and crunchy pistachios: yup, I discovered the perfect dessert. (Thanks to Café Bustelo.) Grab the recipe.
