#tbt: Tales of a second-grade Laura

In honor of the holiday we’re doing this a day early. Check out this journal entry from 26 (!!!) years ago. Note the line near the bottom about how “Some people ONLY get Valentines from their parents.” This is still something I’m working through.

Reaching the Light

Note from Laura: This post was not written by me. It was written by a very close friend of mine, who is going through a hard time. In the interest of supporting her and supporting lessening the stigma surrounding talking about mental health, I’m sharing it here, with her permission, and actually at her request.Continue reading “Reaching the Light”

Wherein I was an angry elf for a lil bit

There are a LOT of fun side effects to having anxiety and depression simultaneously. 1. That thing where your legs almost never stop moving when you’re sitting still – If this helped my running at all, I’d be at a marathon level right now instead of 5K. 2. All of the thoughts all of theContinue reading “Wherein I was an angry elf for a lil bit”

One Month Checkup

Today marks a few important things. First of all, it’s March now. WOOT. Second of all, today is the day I would be jumping in cold water for Special Olympics but I did that last year and it was terrifying. I’ll stick to dry land from now on, but I still want to be aContinue reading “One Month Checkup”

A little less medicated

Once upon a time I thought I was crazy. Then (like 5 years ago) I saw a therapist and realized that my boss at the time was the crazy one and if I WASN’T letting that little devil (seriously, she is really short and is the devil incarnate) bother me then yes, I had someContinue reading “A little less medicated”

B.A. (Before Adele)

Long before I discovered counseling, I had my own version of therapy. It was called “listen to this song because it’s about exactly what you’re going through so someone GETS you right now, it’s like they KNOW.” And then I turned 16 and wised up. Just kidding. Throughout my teenage years, then college to now,Continue reading “B.A. (Before Adele)”

Bar-Bathroom Therapist

Apparently I have that face or an aura about me that makes random people think “I should talk to this girl about my problems, my day or ask her to watch my mom for a minute while I go check on a price in this aisle over here.” The one time I ventured out onContinue reading “Bar-Bathroom Therapist”