Last night my husband and I had tickets to see Girl Talk — a show we’ve dreamed about seeing for years.

We booked the babysitter. Put on nice clothes. Reserved a parking spot.

But the closer we got to the venue, the more my anxiety rose.

What if something happens tonight?

If it can happen at a grocery store, a church, a movie theater, a nightclub, or an effing school, why not here?

This is the post that I needed to read but never found. It’s likely that something similar exists, but we never crossed paths. So I’m writing it today, in honor of Mental Health Awareness Month, and I hope that it finds its way to someone who needs it.

After several false starts over the last year, more and more companies are setting dates for employees to return to the office this spring.

Last week I found myself feeling the familiar pangs of burnout.

Only a few weeks into the new year, and I already felt like I needed a break. Sure, it was a busy couple of weeks at work, but this was different. I wasn’t just looking forward to the weekend, I found myself scrolling travel sites wanting to book an emergency getaway between meetings - one of my telltale signs of burnout. 

I have an unpopular opinion. I love New Year’s. Not the actual holiday, of course… I have no interest in putting on hard pants to overpay for a mediocre meal or to stuff into a crowded bar for watered down drinks — it’s cheese and champs in PJs for me, please! But beyond the party, I look forward to the collective fresh start that this holiday offers to all of us.

Two years ago my dad was diagnosed with Stage 4 Lymphoma the day before Thanksgiving.

As the world begins to wake back up and gets ready to come out of hibernation, I’ve found myself a little tentative about the new reality on the horizon. Despite waiting for the moment “we can all go back to normal” every day for the last year, there’s a part of me that’s dreading the return to the way things were — and that same part is hesitant to actually say that out loud.

This is the story about the power of a reframe. About a simple shift that made a world of difference for me.

Many of us are approaching the 1-year anniversary of working from home — or living at work, depending on how your day’s going.

Several years ago, in the middle of a therapy session where I had just spent the last 40 minutes explaining why I was overworked and exhausted…