I damaged a friendship beyond repair. Years later something wonderful happened
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SHE WAS A LOVELY PERSON AND FRIEND. But I had wrecked our friendship.
By no means was it intentional, she was more collateral damage than anything. Caught in the wake of my manic . . .
Imperfect action is a lot better for my mental health
Perfectionism is not altogether a bad thing. It's good to have high standards.
But it's doing me more harm than good.
I think I may have unwittingly passed my perfectionism on to my kids.
I realized this playing catch with my son. He was way too hard on himself because he wasn't catching every ball.
One of my simplest . . .
I wonder why I put myself through the mental wringer
Editor's Note: Since time of writing, I've developed strategies to set priorities, respectful boundaries, and most of all, be kind to myself. Thank you to my family, friends and workplace for their support.
DEPRESSION TRACKS LIKE A NINJA, quietly plotting his course in the dark; muted footfalls, cagey eyes.
Living with it . . .
I called him back—find out what happened
The call came at 5:09 on a cold January morning, waking me from a sound sleep. It was a text-to-landline message.
"Goodbye Nicole, I love you," the robotic voice said. An obvious wrong number.
I thought about the message. Maybe it was a husband sending a sweet message to his wife. But I felt a finality to it; five words can mean . . .