The Unforeseen Annex

In the midst of a pandemic, the way we celebrate milestones and events has been severely altered. Parties with several of our closest friends or family members are no longer an option. The standard summer nights spent in the backyard with a cold beer in one hand and grill tongs in the other while your

Birth(pandemic)day.

Birthdays have always been important to me. Not so much for the presents (although those are quite awesome) but moreso for the concept of such. A birthday has always signified something much deeper for me; like a rite of passage. It’s a badge earned to signify the survival through another year of hardships. To be

Tacho Drom

I don’t want things to go back to the way they were before the pandemic. There, I said it. I am completely aware of the inconceivable hardships that so many people in this country have been forced to contend with, and I am not so egocentric and insensitive to think that everything has been just

The Power of Resurgence.

My glasses never stay clean here lately because I can’t seem to stop crying.  Depression is….getting up every single day, and following the same comforting routine because it’s the only control you know that you have. It’s the small things that you cling to, like forcing yourself to get out of bed before ten am,

The Art of the Anxious Girl

When it comes to anxiety, I’m really not much different from your basic, run of the mill person who has been designated with the GAD sticker. (Generalized Anxiety Disorder) I hate crowds, I don’t trust strangers, and I have been social distancing way before it was a form of protection against a virus. Unless I

That Certain Shade of One AM

It’s nearly 1 am on a friday night, and sleeping should come easy at this point. It doesn’t. It never does these days, especially since the world is imploding all over the damn place. So here you are, sitting in the dark, wondering if this odd, grey state of limbo will ever dissipate revealing something