Sharing an exciting little writing thing:

Hi, October— we’re ready for you☀️

One month in and can confirm: the new job has been actually life-changing.

twitter dm requests: real life dating with strange girls nearby! 🥳 —baby, I *am* strange girl nearby ✨👽

🎶you treat me like I’m a princess I’m not used to liking that ❤️

brb, rewriting the whole story— because we actually get to choose, because recovery is possible, because it is not too late ✨

We set a far more powerful, realistic, useful example for anyone who sees or looks up to us-- including our kids-- by being genuine about our feelings & unapologetic about using strategies to manage them, than we do by pretending we're never bothered or that we never struggle.

“Existing in this body is exhausting”— a thing I told my bf recently & I’ve been really feeling it lately. This body, wired for anxiety & depression, vulnerable to addiction & obsession. But this body, also capable of many good things. This body, that kept going even when I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

chewy french toast cookies this week for cookie sunday

Hey, it’s Sunday— tell me (or show me!) something you noticed this week. I’ll go first: I noticed this rainbow on my drive home from the airport. Now your turn. 🖤

So much of my recovery has been relearning & reclaiming how I talk to and treat myself. SO MUCH of it. We deserve kindness and safety— from ourselves, with ourselves. It’s worth paying attention to & changing the story. We’re worth it. 🖤

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Look what I made based on this drawing. His name is Gleep. ✨

Hey y’all— does anyone have any resources on fonts, kerning, & color combos for easier readability for those with low vision/vision disabilities? Working on some big work projects & accessibility is super important to us.

Psst. You can do this trauma recovery thing, and you deserve this trauma recovery thing. Pass it on.

Libby: your audiobook is due to be returned in 7 hours Me: *remembering I haven’t even started it & it is nearly 13 hours long* Me: …ok bet

as a girl who grew up southern baptist & absolutely terrified of the rapture (& lots of other faith-related things but that’s a post for another day)— all the rapture talk & jokes are kicking up old anxieties. & I hate it— I’ve worked hard to undo so much. anyway, taking today away from socials.

Hope has holes in its pockets. It leaves little crumb trails so that we, when anxious, can follow it. Hope's secret: it doesn't know the destination— it knows only that all roads begin with one foot in front of the other. —Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, “Hope”

happy hobbit day— celebrating by wearing my taters shirt & cozy hobbit-y lunch featuring potatoes ✨🥔

an important update: we traded in my old & decrepit iphone for a new & functional one. I can’t explain how nice it is for my phone to just do what I want it to do— AND I’ve already started my new collection of open tabs.

Hi, it’s Sunday— tell me a thing you like. I’ll go first: I like how— when I am overwhelmed or sad or worried— my boyfriend reminds me I am not alone in figuring things out. Now your turn. 🖤

"Even in comfort, I reach for you— you’re the warmth I love more than warmth itself." ❤️

pro tip: if you ever wanna look around your house & notice every single chaotic corner & untidy room & very dusty fan— & then clean the hell out of it all— have the love of your life fly across the country to visit your place for the very first time follow me for more life hacks 🫠

Saturday food stuff: veggie lasagna, garlic bread, + homemade cosmic brownies for girls + boyfriend. I love cooking & baking for my people. ❤️✨

🎶home is just another word for you ❤️

I made a lot of cookies ✨

ran away to the woods for a bit this afternoon 🌱☀️ it was good for my brain. (it always is.)

Hey, it’s Sunday— tell me (or show me!) something beautiful you noticed this week. I’ll go first: look at these zinnias. They’ve been brightening my countertop all week. Now your turn. 🖤

Never forget. 😭

somehow overnight my old & decrepit iphone closed every single one of my browser tabs. hundreds of them. kinda embarrassed to admit how lost this has me feeling this morning. 🫠

hey @nycmidnight.bsky.social— NO MORE RHYMES NOW, I MEAN IT. Anyway, I just submitted round 1 entry. 🎉

Sometimes I just kinda wanna tell everyone how proud of my boyfriend I am. Tonight is one of those nights. I am the luckiest girl.

a little reminder that you can step away from the scrolling, from the feeds, from the connectedness for a minute— or much longer— as you need to. it’s okay.

I just spent the better part of an hour making this v important meme featuring my boyfriend’s cat

spent a nice little day at the beach ☀️

I understand Trauma Brain is working hard right now to convince you there is no point, that the future will only be like the past. I understand how big an ask "keep trying" is. I would not make that ask if I had not seen realistic, sustainable recovery up close. Keep trying.

hey look, it’s a Monday Megan

“a bed is basically a charger for your body.” —Indie, 8yo, thoughts at bedtime

Aaaaand we’re back: pumpkin cinnamon roll muffins for Cookie Sunday this week. Fall, we are ready for you. —Even though it is decidedly not yet fall in Texas, I am wearing flannel (with denim shorts, but who’s counting.) 🍂

“Guys, I cannot sign contracts right now!— I’m busy making chicken & dumplings.” —no-context things I’ve said in parenting lately

Hi, it’s Sunday— tell me a thing you like. I’ll go first: I like watching Billy Joel music videos from the 80s with my boyfriend. They’re dorky and cheesy and make me smile until my face hurts. Now your turn. 🖤

You deserve to be happy. That's it, that's the post.

found in my bed tonight—

covid & recovery had me feeling like this for a minute— but it was not the end; I felt light in me again; and I even know that today is Thursday

More good words from @drdoylesays.bsky.social— pulling them over from FB in case you need this, too

whatcha think my vibe is? (get it right, win a snail mail prize)

A little reminder for me & maybe you, too: your productivity does not determine your worth. Rest is its own kind of productive. You need it— and you don’t have to earn it.

A little reminder for me & maybe you, too: your productivity does not determine your worth. Rest is its own kind of productive. You need it— and you don’t have to earn it.

No cookie sunday this week— it is, unfortunately, covid sunday instead— but I’m hoping to be back at it next week! A little thing that has become a kinda big thing around here. Good food experiences & memories involving food for me & the girls used to feel impossible. But look.🖤

Hey, it’s Sunday— tell me a thing that made you smile or laugh this week. I’ll go first: listening to my 8yo make spooky sound effects as she read a mystery book to us. Now your turn. 🖤