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Just a woman trying to navigate life in her 30's: An international marriage, a baby, a dickhead dog, a freelance writing career, anxiety, and a love for weird and majestic animals. I occasionally write about my childhood (my immaculate conception, my dad's unibrow, my mom's camel-toe 80's jeans) as memories are roused to life by my weekly therapy appointments. I have no idea what I'm doing.

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I just got home from therapy where I (half jokingly) told my therapist that she should just commit me so I can meditate and stare at a wall for a week. She said no, and recommended that I spend the next year traveling as much as possible with my son. This is why I love her. But I’ve been going through a rough time, feeling lost, and stuck, and depressed. When I started therapy years ago after a breakdown I realized how important it is to identify the issue, to name it, so I know how to treat it. And once I learned that I’ve been able to work on myself and I have done a ton of work. But now I’m learning how to redo it as a mom and it’s been a challenge. When do I meditate and go to therapy and get acupuncture and see friends and travel and write (these are the things that make me happy)? It’s doable but it takes planning and scheduling and these are things I’ve never been good at. This is why I’ve been a freelance writer since college: flexibility. And my lack of planning means a lack of self care which leads to a shitty stretch of situational depression. Im not sleeping. Barely eating. And feel like my head is full of pressure, full of tar. I’ve binge-watched so much Netflix (Gilmore Girls, anyone?). And because of my OCD have a new tv crush who I know everything about like a total psycho. I need summer to get here and I need tips on planning self care and scheduling time for me when life is busy af. And small, cheap, trip suggestions. Give all the advice. #momlife #thirties #mentalhealth #depressionawareness

This is an old photo from one of our t-shirt campaigns in 2010 (because it’s not enough to write and do art and blah blah, I also needed to have a design company). Her shirt reads “love made hard.” It’s still one of my favorite ads and I came across it today, on this holiest of chocolate and booze days. Remember to love yourself today and if you have a little love left over to love someone else, too. Your friends, family, a partner, your kids or pets. Because today should be about love in general, not exclusively romantic love, just love (but regardless of the kind of love there should be wine and/or chocolate because after a long af week we need it). And if you’re just hanging out at home alone in a robe with messy hair and a mad baby, don’t be bummed (me) because robes are better than dates ever will be. #valentines photo by alicia coutts

Dogs, the unsung hero’s of our lives. #humor

@sundanceorg film festival 2020. I’ve been coming to the festival most years since my first year of college. I’ve always loved films and while I would never admit it until recently, I wanted to be an actress and filmmaker as much as I wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. But it all seemed so “lofty” and “unpredictable.” So I got a degree in English and became a copywriter instead. The older I get, the more I regret that I didn’t pack my bags after college and move to LA or NY to write and wiggle my way into the film business. However, I don’t think there’s such a thing as too late. I’m co-writing screenplays and later this year will be entering one into contests applying for grants to make it. Never stop dreaming. Never stop doing the things that light your fire. When we die, our regrets are always the things we didn’t do. #sundance2020 #sundancefilmfestival

I knew it.

Trying a new thing with this next book: Outlining. I usually sit down and just write without any direction and I let things kind of take shape along the way. But that means a lot more editing and I’m one of the few people whose work actually gets a lot worse from too much editing. It’s a problem I have. So let’s see how this pans out. This book is about mental health, mainly my panic and anxiety disorder and PTSD and the very not fun breakdown I had a few years ago. What’s your favorite mental health book and why? #amwriting #mentalhealth #anxietyproblems

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Dante

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

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