Do you ever feel like your body is too small to hold all your emotions? Yeah, me too.
Two weeks ago, I went into hiding. I erased Jennie Saia from my blog, from Twitter, from the public parts of Facebook. I even changed my URL. […] For two weeks, I’ve felt like I can’t breathe. It’s hard to inhale when you’re holding your breath, scared that someone might see you. Here’s how I found my breath again – and with it, the power to speak.
I’m aliiiiiiiive! (Note that I did not say perky, or energized, or feeling especially upbeat. But I am persistently alive, despite what my absence from Blogland has led some of […]
Oh, my blog people. I love you so much. Know what I don’t love? Painting trim. Evil trim. WE HATES IT, my precious. But it had to be done: It’s […]
Today, I offer you two unrelated vignettes. Or are they?
This was originally posted on Black Box Warnings in November, two days after my 29th birthday. But, since BBW is (temporarily, I hope) closed for viewing, I decided to re-post it here. These words matter muchly to me. Please fly right on over if you’ve already seen it!
On Friday, I received a phone call. Someone I had never met reached out to thank me for writing.
My dog Adi has frequent seizures. I don’t know why, and I never will. She’s shown me, though, that going through depression is a lot like surviving emotional seizures.
Last week, I came across a sign while exploring the D.C. zoo. “What’s That? A Comfort Toy: We’ve put a stuffed animal in the exhibit, as company for our male red ruffed lemur who is temporarily without a companion.”
*Ow.* Universe, you hurt so good. (In which I about-face and take back everything I said r.e. a hiatus from writing.)