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.
bonjourno.
e.m., like Forster, not Emily.
e.m., like Forster, not Emily.
All in MUSINGS
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.
Here’s a question for you: would the quality of your life increase if you instantly got what you wanted every time you wanted it?
Who doesn’t love a mojito? How about when your mojito helps save the planet? This is exactly why Single Prop is my new favorite spirit.
One thing you all wanted to know: what’s it like to travel solo? I enjoy it and highly recommend it. Here are some tips for doing so.
I’ve made a name for myself by carving out my little slice of the body positivity movement. What about the fact that I don’t like my body anymore? What if I want to lose weight? Does it all still count?
