It’s not paranoia if it could actually happen — It was the kind of morning where nothing could go wrong. My husband and I got up, had breakfast, and went to a nearby park for our exercise before work. It was cool. The sun was out. We got home in plenty of time to shower and get to our desks. We had just pulled up to the house and stepped…

Where is it? I’m there with bells on! — I was minding my own business today, reading my favorite Medium writers’ newest content, when I came across some fascinating information. There’s a read-for-read club here! Okay, that’s nice. But what exactly is that? A read-for-read club is a group of people joining together with a promise to interact with each other’s stories: clapping for…

Do you think you’re alone? You’re not. — I know how it goes. The self-doubt. This isn’t hard for anybody else. I’m the only one freaking out about this. Nobody else feels about this the way I feel. Don’t believe it. That’s a lie.

Yes, I’m talking to you — Hey, you. You look good today. (Better than you think you look.) You’re getting a lot done today. (So much more than you think you’re getting done.) You’re blessing a lot of people today. (Far more than you can even imagine.) You’re fighting the good fight. (And winning it a lot…

Whenever you want to write it — Just write. Screw the stats. Forget the paycheck. You’ve got something to say, something that only you in this whole wide world can properly say. So, say it. Somebody will read it, somebody who needs to read it, and they will be glad that you were brave enough to say it. Write…

I hate to resort to ultimatums but one of us has to go — This letter has been translated from cat language to English by Trauma Cat’s owner, Maryssa Anne Krieger My dear peoples, This has got to stop! I can’t take it anymore. My nerves are absolutely shot. It’s me or that monster, Vacuum. One of us has got to go. I’m not…

This is how it’s going so far — Starting on June 1st, I made a vow to myself to post here on Medium every day in the month of June. Thirty days. Thirty articles or poems. One a day. So far, so good. Today is the 23rd of June and I have written and scheduled postings for and including the 27th. …

You really are doing better than you think you are — When you’re being so hard on yourself, are you being fair, really? I wish you’d occasionally give yourself a break. You can not compare your performance with that of people who don’t share your struggles.

You really really are, by so many people — I know you’re feeling alone, or maybe not worthy of anybody’s affection, maybe rejected recently or forgotten, but no. You are loved.