Chronically Self-Employed
Sorry for the short one this time! I'm still recovering from a lot of changes, a recent move, and insomnia. But stay tuned for a new series about disabled/ill/ND experiences in self-employment. Last month, we were all set to continue our nomad journey in the
Culture & Fun
Quick note: I'm in the middle of a big move, so this newsletter might be shorter than usual. But I've got some big stuff planned for next month, including a new series about disabled/ill/ND experiences in self-employment. Last month, I took my first
Chronically Self-Employed
We're only halfway through July and I'm already suffering from emotional whiplash. At the end of June, I was feeling good. I'd attended a fabulous professional conference (ASJA 2023), got some great ideas about the future of my business, and connected with some amazing
Work & Money
*TW/CW: suicidal thoughts* Yes, despite having C-PTSD, depression, and anxiety for over two decades and PTSD for ten and-a-half years, it's taken me this long to come to terms with my conditions. After nearly 6 years in therapy, I took an extended break when
Chronically Self-Employed
Being a digital nomad is a huge privilege. I just wish it came with affordable mental health care. If you've been following my posts recently, you'll know that I'm on the hunt for a new therapist. Unfortunately, being a digital nomad and US resident
Systems & Equity
All I need is affordable, mobile, professional therapy I can access from anywhere. Is that so much to ask? In my last post, I talked about realizing how difficult it is to find therapy as a digital nomad in the US due to location-based licensing restrictions. Naïve me thought
Work & Money
I haven't seen a therapist for over a year (by choice). But thanks to US therapy licensing laws, I'm no longer allowed to. My partner and I left the States in December 2021 on our first-ever adventure as digital nomads. And though I did have
Chronically Self-Employed
Just over ten years ago, on Oct 12, 2012, I was robbed, beaten, and nearly raped in the alley behind my apartment. I still have a faint scar under my left eye where my attacker hit me with the butt of his gun. I won't go into the