The Truth about Grief

Alternatively titled, I’m doing okay but pressing Publish is hard

Public Service Announcement: This week’s topic is very dark. It’s not meant to garner sympathy, although it is slightly more for my own catharsis. I’m perfectly fine I just felt a strong need to write this out. It’s also pretty long so read at your own risk!

Dear Twenty Somethings,

I apologize for the second more serious post in a blog that is supposed to make light of the precarious world of being a twenty-something. However, the purpose of The Twenty Something Truth is also to have an honest conversation about the reality of living in our twenties. Unfortunately, grief can be part of that reality.

The farther along in the healing process, the more perspective you gain. As much I appreciate the support, you don’t need to send me concerned messages because I am doing perfectly okay.  I’m in a much better place now, and I wrote this piece more in hopes of reaching someone who is going through a tough time or reaching someone who has already been through grief to help them acknowledge that there are others who have experienced the same. Without further ado, here are my truths about grief.

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The Truth about Dating

Alternatively titled, is the quality of single men seemingly lacking or is there something wrong with me?

Public Service Announcement- Today’s PSA is mostly directed at my family. If you are, in any way, related to me, please stop reading this post. Go click on this one– you’ll be happier. Ignorance is bliss. You’re welcome!

Dear Twenty Somethings,

In wake of last week’s serious post, I decided to write about something much more hilarious- dating. Recently, I came across the Single Girl, Serenity Prayer (prompting me to start writing this post) and have barely stopped laughing since.

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Connie Sun and her comics, particularly , speak to me. Maybe I’ve just had a long string of bad dates and bad relationship; maybe I just am “unlucky in love”. Or maybe, just MAYBE dating is the actual worst. Okay, maybe not actually the worst. There’s still natural disasters, the threat of nuclear war, hatred, and Nickleback to contend with, but I digress. Really, the only thing worse than dating and being single (and all the other actual problems in the world) is the contrived things people say to single people, but that’s a post for another day.

Sometimes, when a slight feeling of desperation and loneliness hit, I delve into the world of online dating a.k.a. BIG MISTAKE. There are a ton of websites and apps to help with this, each one as seemingly horrible as the last. Here are just a few of the gem messages I have received (names and pictures hidden to protect the idiots innocents):

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The Truth About Being Alone

Alternatively titled, why is everyone having fun without me?

Public Service Announcement- Writing this post makes me feel raw and slightly uncomfortable, so please be kind.

Dear Twenty Somethings,

Some people are afraid of physical things such as spiders. If it makes you feel better, according to Scientific American we don’t actually eat 8 spiders a year, so take comfort in that at least.

Then there are the emotional scardey-cats like me. As far back as I can remember, my biggest fear has always been the idea of being alone (second of course to clowns because DUH! Have you seen IT?)

Summers are the easiest for me and make it almost impossible to feel alone. I’m blessed with a job that constantly keeps me busy, I am surrounded by friends and co-workers that I basically live with 24/7, and there’s always a child who needs me. I live for these summers, where I can see my greatest friends from my spot in the cabin or path.

The hardest part for me is leaving this comfortable environment at the end of summer. A few days into being back home and I feel desperately alone. The summer camp safety net disappears. My friends and co-workers are far away and those children don’t need me anymore. Once I’m not constantly surrounded by people, self-doubt and fear of being alone sink in. It’s hard to describe the crippling fears and feelings that come to light once I’m back. Alone now, I question everything- who truly cared about me, where do I belong, etc- while I watch everyone move on without me. It’s a brutal feeling and I’m still seeking a way to cope with it. It’s hard for me to be open and raw with people personally so, for now, I’ll do it for the whole internet to see


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