Maybe I should try to cut the crap and be honest. This entire project isn't some noble quest to reveal the truth, or some truth. I'm not trying to lead a revolution of transparency. It's my pitiful attempt to make myself feel better about being a fucking loser by cutting others, those who have their shit together, or are at the very least able to ( Read more... )

This entire project is about vulnerability; it permeates every entry here, even those not subtitled with it, so do I even need to offer to say that yes, I know I've already touched upon this subject, yes, I am beating that dead horse ( Read more... )

I wrote my addiction post inspired by my friend's entreaty to all to #tellyourtruth. He had posted on FB last week his own story of addiction, which, while sad, was also beautiful, brave and inspirational. We had talked about his post over the weekend, at lunch, and I told him I was thinking about doing the same, joining the conversation. He said ( Read more... )

I like being alone, but I hate being lonely. Loneliness usually creeps up on me when I'm in a group of people, and rarely (never?) when I'm fully alone. Loneliness comes a-creepin' when I'm there in a group and there are no, or few, bridges to cross between me and those around me. I blame myself for this. It's my job, if I wish to stave off the ( Read more... )

Recently a good friend of mine has lost several friends to addiction, so he's been speaking out. Addiction has such a stigma, and is typically swept under the rug, kept hush-hush, and that's one of the myriad reasons we lose people to it. If we talked about it, opened up about it, we could support each other. He wrote about his addictions and ( Read more... )

I was given the prompt to have a meal alone, without outside distractions, and write about it ( Read more... )

I think I need to admit here that I have a tendency to say, "I have no friends," and I leave it at that without clarifying, which is wrong of me on so many levels, and I really need to erase that sentence from my vocabulary, period. Because I have said it at a table surrounded by people (men) who are in fact my friends, and I always feel like such ( Read more... )

I was given the following prompt:

Write down any event in your life where you desired harm or discomfort for another human being, in any way that goes against your personal ethics. Please do not apologize for the impulse or action in your writing, merely report on what the event was, without judgment.So this begs: What is my personal ethics? ( Read more... )

Most people go to college thinking they need it to get a good job. I went to college because I had to get away from my parents, who were killing me. Or, who I was letting kill me, with their repressive, restrictive, completely unrealistic way of life: "Love Jesus, hate everyone and everything else ( Read more... )

From a note I jotted on a post-it that's been floating around in my purse:

Working with men--how much is sexism, how much is my passivity? Is my passivity due to systemic sexism?There was a large portion of my life where I would have said I've never been discriminated against due to being a woman. I somehow managed to escape it. And in one sense, ( Read more... )