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The Time I Ugly Cried Over an Email I once burst into tears over an email. Not a breakup email. Not even a “you’ve been fired” email. It was a “Sorry, we’ve decided to move forward with other candidates” email.…

The Time I Melted Down Over a Dirty Spoon There was this one Tuesday—gray sky, PMS fog, WiFi acting like it paid rent but did nothing—and I straight-up sobbed over a spoon. Not a fancy one. Just a slightly-stained cereal…

I almost gave up over a coffee cup.Not even a cute one. It was cracked, chipped on the rim, and had a stain from that one time I tried to clean it with turmeric and ambition. I stared at that…

The Day I Ate Cold Pizza on the Floor and Called It Healing A few years ago, I found myself sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor, eating a slice of cold pizza at 10 a.m., wearing a hoodie that hadn’t…

Let me tell you a little secret: I once cried because I spilled coffee on my “I have my life together” outfit—five minutes before a Zoom call. The call, by the way, was with someone who genuinely believed I was…

Let’s get this out of the way: if I could send a letter back to the younger version of myself — the one who cried over not getting enough likes on a filtered selfie — I wouldn’t write some enlightened…

(Especially If You’re Currently Crying in Your Car) The day I hit rock bottom didn’t look like a dramatic movie scene with me screaming into the void during a thunderstorm. It looked like me sitting in a Target parking lot…

The Meltdown in the Grocery Store Parking Lot It was a Tuesday. Or a Thursday. Honestly, I only remember the crying. I was parked in front of a grocery store, halfway through texting “I’m fine” while simultaneously Googling “how to…

Let me start with this: I once cried in a Taco Bell drive-thru because they were out of Baja Blast. Like, full-blown ugly cried. The guy at the window looked genuinely concerned and asked if I was okay. I told…

I almost quit because I couldn’t open a jar of peanut butter. I wish I was joking. But there I was—sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor, in a hoodie that hadn’t seen daylight in three days, sobbing over a stubborn…