My confession is not that I feel shame about being “white,” which I do, because that’s pretty normal in my social circle. Rather, it relates to my hurt when I’m called a racist.

Learning to Love Myself
My confession is not that I feel shame about being “white,” which I do, because that’s pretty normal in my social circle. Rather, it relates to my hurt when I’m called a racist.
Suicide will not be prevented by trivializing posts telling people they are loved and with hotline numbers. Here’s my experience both as someone who has loved those who have taken their lives and as someone who’s considered it.
How I stop feeling bad about just being me.
I love to hike with my dog off leash, but I hate when I’ve bothered people. Sometimes these values clash. I don’t always react to the annoyed people in the way I wish I would.
What do I do when a post about learning to stay in the moment as I solve problems turns into a post about anger over my brother’s death?
And then I get around it.
For years I hoped to be “discovered” as a singer, but when I was, I feared failure and bailed. Since then I’ve been afraid to ask for what I want. It’s time to change that.
What works for you may be different, but my road to happiness may give you some ideas.
My happiness resolutions list.
When being okay with watching t.v. is the bigger change than a trip to the desert in Algeria.