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I’m still alive in here.

The last year has been hard for me. I have glimmers of myself. I have hours each day when I can smile. Some days I come out of the fog and feel the terrific relief from coming out of the underwater of depression or whatever it is that haunts me. I struggle through the dayContinue reading “I’m still alive in here.”

You are here. And I am too.

Y’all. My first round proofs from my next book just came in the mail. If you read here you already know that I wasn’t able to focus on my next memoir because this illustrated book was blocking everything in my head and screaming to be born so I had no choice but to finish it, but it alwaysContinue reading “You are here. And I am too.”

One of those nights.

I’m having one of those nights where – against all logic – I find myself feeling small. Not a good small, like “Aren’t you adorable? I want to put you in my pocket” but that insignificant, unimportant sort of small. The kind that makes you feel like you’re just dust that could spin out intoContinue reading “One of those nights.”

Sometimes the darkness can be beautiful. But sometimes it’s a real bitch. Depends, I guess.

Hi. I’ve been a little missing lately. Not just here. I’ve been missing a bit inside my head, which in some ways is good because my head is not always fun to live in. I don’t know if the depression I’ve been dealing with off and on for the last few months has just worn meContinue reading “Sometimes the darkness can be beautiful. But sometimes it’s a real bitch. Depends, I guess.”

I’m not quite myself right now.

I haven’t been quite myself for the last few weeks. I’ve told myself that it’s hormones or my arthritis acting up or allergies or an infection and it’s probably all of those a little, but the truth is that it’s a low level depression that I’ve been fighting off. And that’s harder to admit becauseContinue reading “I’m not quite myself right now.”

Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not real.

When I’m on tour I often stop in the airport bookstores during layovers to do rogue signings. I do them when I can and sometimes strangers stop to ask about the book. Sometimes they buy a copy or two. Mostly they don’t. But last week one older woman in particular looked at Furiously Happy and told me that sheContinue reading “Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not real.”