Mind

Right now I’m suspended in the air, high above the ground, as if gripped in an invisible giant’s fist. Strangely I don’t feel scared at all. Leaves d

A few months ago, I had a dream that my mom died. I woke up in a tailspin, sweaty, panicked, and on the edge of bawling. I knew it must have been a nightma

If you’re anything like us, motivation is easily lost when faced with the most minor of inconveniences. Telling ourselves that even the smallest setb

Along with dinner ideas and beauty hacks, TikTok is also home to a wealth of mental health advice. And while some of it needs to be taken with a grain of s

For many of us, the ritual of watching reality TV follows a similar pattern. We gather together, we observe, and we relish in the commentary of our peers.

How often do you find yourself multitasking? If you’re anything like me, it marks a lot of your life. At work, when you’re drafting an email while resp

On Saturday I am close to tears for the first time in weeks. I can feel them blooming behind my eyes as I watch, of all things, the season one finale of Ug

The other day, I bought a cheap bouquet of bright pink sunflowers — I spotted them while en route to a birthday party, and they were too irresistible to

“Gut instinct” is a term that holds an almost mystical quality, speaking to a sense we might feel for what is right or wrong: an action, a deci

“It’s so hot. The woman next to me reading poetry, barking into the phone: Pick up pick up pickup.”  This isn’t a snippet of some experimental

I have four dates coming up this weekend. One each evening from Thursday to Sunday. I know this sounds like a flex but I’m a bit stressed about it. I’m

In high school, Nia Wromas became depressed because of an emotionally abusive relationship. She tried to open up to her parents, but they couldn’t seem t

Breathing — you’d think I would have learned how to do it intuitively by now. Apparently not, because I’ve whenever I have to speak for an extended

It was roughly mid-August when it first occurred to me how much I was dreading winter in a pandemic. It was a feeling akin to the Sunday scaries. By Septem

It was December 2019. Our resolutions were optimistic. The future seemed brimming with opportunities. Even the number itself had a sparkly, promising feel