It took me a long time to call myself a writer. It felt presumptuous for a number of reasons, and I harbored a real imposter syndrome for a long time. Now that I write and have done for enough time that the writer identity feels fully integrated along with all my other selves, a rule... Continue Reading →
Why Writers Seem, Feel, and Are Allowed To Be Crazy At Times
What it means to tend to my mental health changes depending on what I'm working on.