May is Mental Health Awareness month and I am a living, breathing, somehow functioning product of mental illness.

I’ve learned that happiness does not mean sunny skies and perfect weather. Happiness is more like New England. You’re going to get some 75-degree Christmas mornings and snow on your birthday in May.

The one where I realize I have an eating disorder and decide to work through my nearly life-long body dysmorphia.

I read 75 books this year and most of them were good! Here are 10 of the good ones.

It’s Dry January! Or Whole 30 Month! Or “I Drank So Much That I Scared Myself so I’m Taking a Break” Time!