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Guys, it's hard to be alive. Sure, I'm grateful that I'm living and breathing and healthy, but the vast majority of the time, it is hard to be a human. And it is especially hard to be a woman. As an able-bodied white person who grew up in an upper-middle-class household in liberal Northern California, I would like to use this moment to acknowledge all my privilege. And now is also the moment when I will acknowledge the anxiety disorder and existential despair which threaten to take over my brain every moment of every day.

So what do I do to cope with the struggles of simply having to wake up and be a person every day? I write. I perform. I redesign my bedroom. I try to have a sense of humour about it all. I do macrame and embroidery and sketching and whatever other creative hobby tickles my fancy at any given moment. I go shopping. I call my mom. I snuggle with my cats. Sometimes I do yoga. I read feminist literature and write feminist plays. I start a blog.

This blog is an ode to the healing power of creativity, and also it's just me writing about my feelings.

If you ever feel exhausted from simply having to exist, or if you just like DIY projects, I hope you will find value in this blog.

Love (as much as I can give),


To learn more about my life as a professional actor, freelance writer, and aspiring director, check out my professional website:

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