Rejection Therapy Regrets

That time I was practicing "rejection therapy" and forced myself to send a stupid message to an old high school classmate, who is now maybe my neighbor

Hellooo. Today I bring to you a free post about something mortifying that I did 7 years ago — something I just remembered this week.

(Yes, last week I said I would talk about ‘health resilience,’ after writing a whole post about how I thought I was falling apart from mold and lyme disease, and I will eventually. But as I also said, it’s kind of a beast …