I. My parents instilled in me this underlying belief that things would always work out. During periods of depression, I watch this conviction recede from my horizon. The version of myself who stops feeling this, even in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary, is a version with something amiss. But it’s not strictly […]
I love beginnings. I’ve talked about that a lot in the nearly five years that I’ve been writing here. I like rituals surrounding beginnings. However arbitrary the new year might be as a time for that, it’s cathartic. It’s a marker. Reflecting on a year’s worth of partial life-documenting has become one of those rituals […]
When I was leaving for LA I had this grand existential crisis surrounding whether I would go there and stay. When I talked about it then, it was the sort of half-truth I sometimes tell when I’m afraid of who’s listening. I voiced, out loud, that I wasn’t sure if I was ready to settle […]
Last summer I very seriously planned to kill myself. I spent nearly all of 2013 and the early months of 2014 struggling with depression, but last summer was the worst of it. It feels like I’ve been holding my breath, and when I hit “publish” I will finally start breathing normally again. Over the last […]
I spent a weekend in Dallas with two of my favorite people. Sitting in a bar above a ridiculously wonderful restaurant where the waiters carry out their jobs in costume and character, we chatted about favorite books. Somewhere in this conversation I remembered a thing I had forgotten about myself. I had forgotten a belief […]
I wrote this last fall and for reasons I can’t identify, I never posted it. Since I will be returning to Ghana for spring break in a few short weeks, it seems especially appropriate now, even if it is a bit different from the vast majority of posts on this blog. – “Morning is the […]