We’re all addicted to hope.

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“We’re all addicted to hope — hope that the doubt and mystery will go away.” — Pema Chödrön

My partner convulsed on our bathroom floor for several minutes before I stopped panicking long enough to call an ambulance. As I was on the phone with the 911 dispatcher, he finally stopped moving. His eyes snapped open. He gasped and immediately attempted to stand. Through tears, I begged him to lie back and relax, but he couldn’t hear me. It was no surprise.

My own voice — even to me — sounded like it was coming from somewhere far away. He…

Animals can teach humans valuable lessons about coping with mental illness.

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My beloved cat Calvin came centimeters away from blinding me with his claws. There’s a cool scar under my left eye as a reminder each time I see my reflection. As I mentioned in another piece, Calvin’s semi-regular attacks landed me in both the minor med and the hospital. When I first brought him home when he was a kitten, he was sweet and playful. His aggression didn’t begin until he grew up. Instability in our living situation during his development is one likely culprit of his occasional aggressive behavior.

Oh, how I can relate.

My cat’s life changes were…

What Feline Redirected Aggression is and how to deal with it.

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I had to lock myself in a room to write this. My cat, Calvin, chased me in here, trying to attack me.

Calvin has sent me to the minor med twice and the hospital once.

I have scars on my body that will always be there — including one from an attack that nearly cost me my eyesight in my left eye.

There are mental scars, too. It took me a long time to fully trust Calvin again after these attacks. Repairing our relationship was no easy task.

If you’re reading this, you’re probably a cat lover, so I know…

Slow progress is still progress — appreciate yours.

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Sometimes it’s fun to ask yourself random questions and try to figure out the answers.

Recently, when I felt frustrated with how slowly my career is progressing, I asked myself, “how can I be more patient with myself as I pursue my goals?”

Maybe you’ve asked yourself that too — not just about your career, but about anything you’re trying to do. Why can’t I get there faster?

Searching for the answer to that question required me to reflect, appreciate, and learn to respect the slow ascent to where I am right now in my life.

I remember a few…

It’s all about the three C’s — comfort, control, and catharsis.

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The first Halloween costume I ever chose for myself was the Grim Reaper.

Being surrounded by the other Kindergarten girls dressed as Disney princesses didn’t deter me or make me feel left out in the slightest. Behind my black hood — with a scythe at least two heads taller than me — I felt powerful.

After all, princesses are mere mortals. Death reigns eternal.

Sure, I loved watching Disney movies as a kid. But I loved watching dark, frightening things even more. That might be what led to my choice of costume.

Growing up, I also had a lot of…

Plus, an easy solution for referring to strangers or new acquaintances without asking for pronouns — or assuming anyone’s gender.

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As a Southerner, if I introduced myself to someone new and told them my pronouns were they/them, they would probably look at me like I had said, “I just flew in from the Moon.”

Wild, considering the existence of the gender-neutral word “y’all,” we use so much down here. Still, the South tends to feel like a place where the only acceptable way to refer to a stranger is “sir” or “ma’am.”

I’m not saying that’s the way it should be, but that’s the way it is here — and many other places around the world.

Those reactions fully justify…

Sometimes the best stuff in life comes from surviving the worst.

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A few years ago, I spent two years working for my local Home Depot’s HVAC contractor as a lead generator.

If you don’t know, lead generators are those annoying salespeople in khakis and monogrammed polo shirts who approach homeowners to convince them to schedule free in-home estimates. You know — those people you try to avoid eye contact within the hardware store or in Costco hoping maybe they’ll go away. When they persist, you lie, pretending to be interested — giving them fake information so you can shop in peace.

Before I got good at remembering peoples’ faces, I would…

The Dos and Don’ts of living with strangers.

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Shortly after graduating from college, I lived with strangers from Craigslist.

Dealing with their behavior was challenging, to put it mildly.

I learned, though, that there were steps I could have taken to prevent my bad experiences with them.

I certainly could have communicated a little better.

The whole situation taught me a lot about what it means to be a good roommate and a responsible adult.

It also taught me what a person should ALWAYS do when they have a new roommate to make sure that things go as smoothly as possible — and what they shouldn’t do.


I still remember the laughter.

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For those identifying as LGBTQ, coming out can carry a wide variety of meanings.

For some, it represents a distant future they look forward to fearfully, longingly, and desperately for acceptance and validation from those closest to them. For others, it is a traumatic memory they try to put behind them. And for others, it is a source of relief, happiness, and pride.

It’s a very personal, emotional experience for anyone.

Unfortunately, I never got the chance to come out as bisexual to my family.

That’s because I was outed.

When I was 17 years old, my aunt, who lives…

The quest for the cosmic clitoris.

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Does anything feel better than an orgasm?

For me, the answer is yes.

Think I’m full of shit? Oh, just you wait.

Taking magic mushrooms with some friends on a trip to New Orleans, Louisiana changed my brain permanently. It wasn’t my first trip to NOLA. It wasn’t my first psychedelic trip either. My hopes are high that it won’t be my last time doing either of those things. This trip was different, though.

Why? Well, because I inadvertently brushed against the cosmic clitoris during my travels. It felt delicious. Plus, this accidental discovery gave me the capacity to seek…

Megan Brown

Professional weirdo. Late bloomer. Recovering gifted burnout.

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