The Toxicity of Oversharing and Explaining

For too long, I felt the need to explain everything to everyone and constantly overshare. I hated it. Every single time I left a friend, relative -- whomever, I felt empty. I felt like I had given so much of myself to them and for no reason at all… read more.

Dear Diary: It Could Be Worse

I could smell her Izzy Miyake perfume as her warm arms embraced me. In a battle to stop my tears, she whispered, "One day at a time." My father had just died, my mother was still figuring out how to cope, my sister was five, my brother wasn't even a year old, and I was quickly learning life was not a fairy-tale.