Hi! I'm Kelly.

As a writer, I've always been interested in family stories. When I heard of a Satanic cult in my family tree, I thought I'd found the story of a lifetime. Read more.

Misinterpreting the World

Misinterpreting the World

Charged conversations and little interpersonal conflicts settle around me like smog.

A necessary part of life, but good to protect against nonetheless. I know my brain is "sticky" with these things. How to dispel the toxins? 

I tell myself: The buzz of anxiety I feel after a day of important meetings is normal. It doesn't mean that I've done anything wrong. Nor does it mean that there's anything I need to fix or atone for.

Trouble is, my brain's interpretation of this anxiety is totally skewed. I interpret it to mean that I am guilty of something, and then my mind starts to rehash every encounter, hyper-analyzing each tiny detail, and I spiral. 

In reality, most of the discomfort is just an introvert's exhaustion. What does that Susan Cain book say? Extroverts gain energy from social interaction and introverts feel depleted. I interpret the depletion as a flaw, a thing that must be changed. That misinterpretation is my greatest source of discomfort The rest is pretty tolerable. 

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Donuts and Drawing

Donuts and Drawing

That's what you get in October.

That's what you get in October.