A few months ago, I moved 400 miles from Boston to southern Maryland to start my PhD in Clinical Psychology at the University of Maryland.

A year and a few months ago, I came to the sudden, obvious, and highly overdue realization that I was depressed.

Last spring and summer, I went through quite a hard time.

Last summer, having recently gone through a breakup and with no real-life romantic prospects to speak of, I turned to dating apps.

Years ago, I wrote letters back and forth with someone who would draw their feelings when they had trouble expressing themself in words.

A few months ago, I was quite mean to my brother Max.

A number of months ago, my first first-author academic paper was published.

A few months ago, I accidentally bought sugar-free, fat-free pudding.

Have you ever thought about how stigmatized pain is? I know it’s stigmatized because my instinctual reaction to the idea of making this post was, “but I can’t tell people I have chronic pain!

In high school, I used to joke that I could predict who I would end up being friends with by asking whether they’d ever been in a relationship and how old they were when they got a cell phone.