one of those days

 You ever have one of those days where you wake up feeling like you're absolutely crushing life... and then the universe decides to humble you?

That was my Wednesday.

I actually slept really well the night before, which almost never happens, so I was up around 7:30 and hit the ground running. By the time I sat down to record, I'd already met with a new psychiatrist, paid my rent, gone to therapy, and somehow found myself arguing with a pharmacy over medication I've been taking for almost ten years.

Because... apparently that's how adulthood works.

The pharmacy called me the day before wanting to question my insulin dosage. I've been on the same dose for nearly a decade. I explained that I'm insulin resistant, that I use an insulin pump, and that I only use injections when my blood sugar spikes really high. Pretty straightforward.

Their solution?

Cancel the prescription.

So now I get to burn more gas—which isn't exactly cheap these days—and make another trip because somebody decided they knew my medical history better than I do.

It's frustrating, but it's also one of those reminders that sometimes the biggest drain on our mental health isn't some deep existential crisis. Sometimes it's just paperwork, phone calls, prescriptions, and systems that make absolutely no sense.

The good news is that not everything about the day was a headache.

I met with a new psychologist, and honestly, I think she's a fantastic fit. If I had to score it, I'd probably give the appointment a 98 out of 100. The only downside is that she's currently an intern, so eventually I'll have to transition back to a primary care provider.

The problem?

My doctor of almost ten years retired.

So now I'm basically a kid wandering the grocery store looking for his mom.

I've got a couple of doctors I can try, although I wasn't exactly thrilled with either of them the first time around. To be fair, I was pretty sick when I saw them, so maybe they deserve another chance. First impressions aren't always the whole story.

I'm also trying to convince a friend of mine who's been a physician for years to take me on through telehealth. We've known each other for over twenty years. She remembers me from my college days when I was... let's just say a little more interested in parties than responsibility. Now she's a doctor, and I trust her enough to know she'd always have my best interests at heart.

Some days, though, your brain just runs out of bandwidth.

I think we underestimate how exhausting it is constantly juggling appointments, insurance, bills, medications, work, relationships, and everything else life throws at us. There are days where just answering one more phone call feels impossible.

And that's okay.

It's okay to admit your tank is empty.

Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is get some sleep, drink some water, and promise yourself you'll tackle tomorrow when tomorrow gets here.

Since we're in June, I also wanted to talk a little bit about Pride Month.

Every single year it happens. Pride rolls around, and almost immediately social media fills with people saying some of the most hateful things imaginable. I've seen comments celebrating violence against transgender people. I've seen laughing emojis under stories where someone lost their life simply because they existed.

I'll never understand that.

Whether you're straight, gay, bisexual, pansexual, transgender, or anywhere else on the spectrum, another person's identity isn't taking anything away from you.

History is filled with examples of same-sex relationships and gender diversity. None of this is new. Humanity has always been diverse. What's changed over time isn't that LGBTQ+ people suddenly appeared—it's how societies have viewed and treated them.

For me, one of the most beautiful things about Pride isn't even the parades.

It's watching people finally feel safe enough to be themselves.

Seeing someone smile because they no longer have to hide who they are is a pretty incredible thing.

That deserves to be celebrated.

If you're an ally, thank you.

Sometimes the smallest act of kindness—standing up for someone, refusing to laugh at a hateful joke, simply treating another human being with dignity—can make a bigger difference than you'll ever know.

Speaking of being yourself...

I wore one of my obnoxiously chunky necklaces today.

It's one I made myself using turquoise stones a friend gave me years ago. Some of them are real, some aren't, but I honestly couldn't care less. I just love the colors.

I've always believed that fashion is another language.

Before you ever open your mouth, you're already telling people something about yourself.

For me, that's always been bold jewelry, bright colors, and not really caring if everyone else likes it.

If it makes you smile when you catch your reflection in the mirror, wear it.

Life's too short to spend it trying to blend in.

I think the same philosophy applies to kindness.

Before you type that nasty comment online, remember there's an actual human being reading it. They're somebody's child. Somebody's sibling. Somebody's best friend.

We never really know what another person is carrying.

Kindness costs absolutely nothing.

As I get older, I've realized that resilience isn't always about making some grand comeback.

Sometimes resilience is simply paying your rent, surviving another doctor's appointment, getting through a frustrating day, and still finding something to laugh about before you go to bed.

Sometimes your biggest accomplishment is getting out of bed when your brain tells you not to.

That counts.

Celebrate those victories.

If you're struggling right now—whether it's with your health, your mental health, your identity, or just life in general—I hope you know you're not alone.

Keep moving forward.

Take things one day at a time.

Find people who make you feel seen.

And above all else...

Be unapologetically yourself.

The world already has enough people pretending to be someone they're not.

It only gets one you.