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Staying Sober During Shelter-in-Place

By : September 9, 2020 Comments Off
In March of 2015, I quit drinking. This came after a (literal) dry run of staying sober for all of the year prior, thinking I had finally gotten my drinking under control, and realizing that I did not. It took me three months to realize that if I kept drinking the way that I was - predominantly bingeing on shots and wine - I would not make it to 25. My mental health was all over the place, and I noticed that my prescribed antidepressants weren’t working the way they should. This, I realized later, was because I was rapid cycling, a term used to describe when someone experiences four or more episodes of hypomania, mania, or depression in a 12-month period. I was once again self-medicating with alcohol for
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Last Chance

By : July 19, 2020 Comments Off
Jess hadn’t even wanted to go roller skating that night, she really didn’t. She tried to think of any excuse – too much homework, wobbly knees, stomachache, who would look after the dog? Once her roommates reassured her that their dog would be fine, that she wasn’t feeling sick, that her homework could wait a night, and that she’d have fun, the four of them set off to the roller rink in Tyler’s old green station wagon.  “Plus, it’s disco night! You love disco!” Anne Marie was still trying to convince Jess that she’d have fun, even though they were already on their way. No one in the car wanted to address Jess’ real issue: that she hadn’t had any fun since she and her longtime girlfriend Max had broken
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Passing with Pride

By : June 13, 2020 Comments Off
Pride as a concept has always been a little complicated for me. Growing up, I was super closeted - turns out getting consistently called “gay” as a pejorative for most of your childhood will do this to you! It wasn’t that I thought being gay was bad, it was just that the media I was consuming was Very Straight. When I was probably 14 or 15, I wanted to go to San Francisco on a weekend; I grew up in the suburbs, so it was only a 45-minute commute, but I still had to ask permission to go. I can’t remember if I began the conversation knowing that it was Pride weekend, but after I let it slip that it was happening, my dad told me I couldn’t go and
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