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Speculation About My Psychiatrist: Part 2

Perhaps it was because I didn’t really like the last psychiatrist I saw, or perhaps it was because I just got really busy and too cool for school—I don’t really know, but long story short: I hadn’t followed up with a psychiatrist for quite a few months up until last week. And don’t worry—I’m being totally facetious with the idea that not following up with my doctor makes me “cool.”

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Bragging Rights

I’ve never really thought about this until recently, because I was always too concerned with whether or not I was being perceived as “conceited” or “a “bitch,” but… Do you realize the irony and audacity it takes for a man to assume that a woman is bragging or “showing off” when she references how often she’s hounded by men? Too often in conversations about instances where women are hit-on/approached/followed/etc. do

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All Of The Above

I’ve been in this weird in-between state lately where I just don’t have things figured out. A lot has changed—is changing, is going to change—and I simply don’t know what to think of any of it. It’s frustrating, to say the least, and it makes it really difficult to write (note: what is “it” here, I’m not even sure), if only because I just cannot make myself decide on any

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Understanding in Relationships

I’ve had really high standards my entire life—not only for boys, but more importantly for people in general. For the way the that people treat me, for the way that people treat each other, for how I treat other people, for myself, for my work, for my morality, for other people’s morality, for…basically everything. And, I think that’s good. I encourage you to have high standards, especially in the face

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Growing Up Listening to Grownups

Recently, I’ve found myself spitting out words that sound like clichés, not because they’re clichés, but because I’m slowly figuring out that they’re true. And I’ll explain later, of course, but I think that perhaps part of growing up is finally giving in to all the little things that everyone told you a million times but you never listened to. It’s finally admitting that you didn’t always know better. It’s

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When You’re Sad And Writing Is Hard

Unlike most writers, I have a lot of trouble writing when I’m sad. I feel like, more often than not, artists are good at pushing out content when they’re upset because writing about something means not only constraining it to words, but also giving it away to someone else. Since experiences and feelings are by default inexplicable—after all, no explanation of an experience or feeling can measure up to the

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Dating Myself: A Web Series By Caroline Hoenemeyer

My awesome friend Caroline Hoenemeyer wrote, produced, and starred in this original web series, entitled Dating Myself. There are thirteen episodes in all (I’m in episode 2!). They’re all absolutely hilarious and also short enough to binge watch in a half hour. And, let’s be honest, we can all relate to the awkward reality that is modern dating. Check out Dating Myself below! Enjoy! And stay golden, Miss Caroline.

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Rooftop Thoughts About Life

I went up to the rooftop of my apartment building to drink a beer, smoke a cigarillo, and think about life while the sun set tonight. Taking time to sort out your own thoughts and to ultimately get to know yourself is important. It was a good decision and reminded me of who I want to be. My senior quote in high school was as follows: “One day I will find

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Speculation About My Psychiatrist: Part 1

Not to be lame and start this whole thing off with disclaimers, but 1) you should know that this post is absolutely not didactic at all and 2) that despite any speculation, I ultimately respect doctors and, for the purposes of this post, my psychiatrist. I think that a lot of people find themselves suspicious of their mental health doctors. It seems only natural that we be defensive toward someone