I don't so much mind the overstimulation leaking onto other areas of my life, but lashing out at the person I love most is the saddening, sobering consequence of a pattern continuing for far too long. Not only are the tasks not handled, but I come home irritable and no fun to be around. It's a lose-lose.

As you breathe into your body, notice. Scanning from the crown of your head, slowly down into the neck, your shoulders, your limbs, your torso, down your legs and into your feet...notice. Is there a small tickle in your throat? An impending headache behind your eyes? Does your spine ache from shoveling snow? Do you remember how to feel the backs of your knees? Pay attention to your emotional body, too. Where does the nervousness reside? If you could pinpoint the constant thru

On the way home from work today, I had a moment of realization: it's been at least a decade since I can remember first complaining about how much of my time social media takes up. I tweeted about it, back then. Something along the lines of "Can't wait to go on the Explore page on Instagram and watch the next three hours of my life disappear!!!" They had recently introduced an "infinite scrolling" model. That tweet touts obvious sarcasm, but unfortunate truth, even in 2015. I

Charli was spot on when she said in the original version, "the internet would go crazy" if she and Lorde ever made music together.

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This blog post is part two of a series. If you'd like some context, please read part one first :) A new study came out just last year...

Today was the kind of day I always dearly miss through the colder months. I got up early-ish, pulled back the bedsheets, and found that...

*CW: This blog post contains brief descriptions of ideations relating to self-harm and suicide. Please read at your own discretion....