I have seen several people compile all of their Medium stories into a Table of Contents or Index, and it seemed like a great idea. I decided to follow suit.
All of my articles are organized by topic below to make it easier to find the pieces that might interest you.
I will update this Index as I post new articles.
I used to say “I’m sorry” a lot.
I’m sorry I’m such a burden.
I’m sorry I’m inconveniencing you.
I’m sorry that I can’t be a typical, healthy, whole person.
I felt terrible all the time for something I have zero control over.
But time passes, and I have learned some things.
I learned that it’s okay to put myself first.
I learned that I’m not an inferior person for taking care of myself.
I learned that it’s okay not to be okay all the time.
Understanding these points became a lesson in acceptance that I learned the hard way.
I remember well my very first job interview. A brand new grocery store would be opening soon, and they were holding a job fair to hire multitudes of people to staff the place. I was 21 years old and had never worked a day in my life. I felt a little bit lost and directionless, as I’d just given up the college program I was enrolled in at the time. …
An elderly gentleman approached me at work today and asked if I’d like to hear a joke. I replied, “sure.” He then proceeded to stand about six inches away from me the entire time he was talking. When I tried to take a step back casually, he would inadvertently take a step forward to maintain the same distance (or lack thereof).
My resulting plea to the general public is this: please do not be like this person!
There are many reasons to respect other people’s personal space and comfort zones, mainly being a decent human being.
Let me share some…
Sometimes I get annoyed. It may be over something small that other people wouldn’t bat an eyelash at. But I am an emotional person who deals with anxiety. So that minor annoyance will stick in my brain like crazy glue. It will run around in endless circles unless I find a way to get it out of my head. In other words, sometimes, I need to vent.
Do you know what I don’t need? The Logic Police to come along and try to talk me out of feeling how I feel. I’m fully aware that I’m ridiculous to get upset…
The grocery store where I work has recently decided to start phasing out the use of disposable plastic bags. Our first step was to remove them from all the customer stations at the self-checkout area. We didn’t eliminate them entirely yet. They are still available at the moment if customers desire them — the attendant just has to count them out and ring them in at each individual station.
It’s only been a little over two weeks now, and the amount of supposed adults I’ve seen throwing temper tantrums like angry toddlers not getting their way blows my mind.
If there is one thing I’ve learned from living through the Covid-19 pandemic, it’s that trying times bring out the best and the worst in people. We’ve been at this for well over a year now. In that time, I’ve seen some genuinely fantastic behavior from people. I’ve witnessed extra kindness from strangers, people going out of their way to help each other out, and everyone doing whatever they can to get through this as a community.
What I am noticing lately, however, is a severe downward trend in this behavior. Everywhere I look online, I see negative comments about…
I was sitting in the lunchroom at work the other day when I overheard a conversation between several young guys. I didn’t hear what prompted the subject matter, but they were laughing and joking around about breaking their legs. The gist of the conversation was that if they purposely broke a leg, they would garner sympathy from customers and gain so-called “perks” like sitting down on the job. They thought it was a fantastic idea and kept teasing each other about all the good stuff they could get from having a broken leg.
Now, this may seem like harmless fun…
I’ve been dealing with endless cycles of anxiety for years now. It always starts the same way: a thought pops into my head, and it lingers insidiously. I can try to distract myself, but it’s always there niggling at the back of my mind. Before I know it, that thought has spiraled into the worst-case scenario, and my brain convinces me it is going to happen. There is no seeing any other possible outcome.
Which just further perpetuates the cycle.
My brain takes something relatively minor and blows it entirely out of proportion to the point where it starts to…