Steps 1–2–3 to Overcoming Negative Self-Talk

The other day I moped in bed perplexingly dissatisfied. I could not trace the source of my unease, yet it enveloped me like a funk. When I reached out for memories of brighter days, instead of feeling comforted, I sunk deeper into despair.

Eventually revelation struck: I could clap for my damn self. I needed to clap for my damn self.

Last September I granted myself permission to write freely. I had considered the thought in passing before, but always returned to practical full-time jobs in the natural sciences. Writing was a…