From the Breakroom
I’m Not Lazy. I’m Decompressed.
A day off where I do “real nothing” doesn’t mean I’m lazy — it usually means I’m decompressing. This is about the guilt that shows up when rest isn’t productive-looking,...
I’m Not Lazy. I’m Decompressed.
A day off where I do “real nothing” doesn’t mean I’m lazy — it usually means I’m decompressing. This is about the guilt that shows up when rest isn’t productive-looking,...
I’m Grateful for the People Who Get It
Work can be chaotic, but the people still surprise me — the coworkers who can read my face, hand me a pen without a word, and make a hard day...
I’m Grateful for the People Who Get It
Work can be chaotic, but the people still surprise me — the coworkers who can read my face, hand me a pen without a word, and make a hard day...
The Little Treat That Kept Me Human
A tiny, unnecessary drink on the way home lifted my mood more than it should have — not because it was special, but because it was mine. A reflection on...
The Little Treat That Kept Me Human
A tiny, unnecessary drink on the way home lifted my mood more than it should have — not because it was special, but because it was mine. A reflection on...
My Body Keeps the Score… in My Feet
After a shift, I don’t notice my mood first — I notice my feet. This is about the quiet ways my body holds what my brain calls “fine,” and how...
My Body Keeps the Score… in My Feet
After a shift, I don’t notice my mood first — I notice my feet. This is about the quiet ways my body holds what my brain calls “fine,” and how...
My Love Language Is Packing the Snacks
A small moment—packing an extra snack—turns into a bigger realization: I’m great at caring for others, but I struggle to let myself be cared for without “earning” it. A reflection...
My Love Language Is Packing the Snacks
A small moment—packing an extra snack—turns into a bigger realization: I’m great at caring for others, but I struggle to let myself be cared for without “earning” it. A reflection...
My Brain Has 37 Tabs Open
My brain has 37 tabs open—the kind where one of them is playing music and I can’t find it. And the weird part is… I’m not panicking. I’m just running....
My Brain Has 37 Tabs Open
My brain has 37 tabs open—the kind where one of them is playing music and I can’t find it. And the weird part is… I’m not panicking. I’m just running....