When bipolar disorder and alcoholism show up together, it rarely looks “neat.” It looks messy, loud, confusing. It can look like someone who is brilliant and affectionate one week, then gone and unreachable the next. It can look like missed work, scary spending,...
It usually starts out looking… normal. Like a productivity hack. A small edge. Something to help you keep up with the calendar that keeps multiplying and the inbox that never empties. High pressure corporate roles have a funny way of making unhealthy things feel...
If you live in Santa Monica or anywhere on the Westside, you already know the vibe here is kind of split in two. There’s the daytime version. Work, traffic, school pickup, gym, errands, meetings that could have been emails. And then there’s the evening version....
College in West LA can feel like two lives at once. One life is filled with lectures, labs, deadlines, internships, and the constant low hum of trying to keep up. The other life consists of parties, apartments, dorms, Greek life, concerts, game days, dating, and that...
Trauma and addiction have this weird way of teaming up. Not always in obvious, movie-style ways either. Sometimes it is a big event you can point to. Sometimes it is a long stretch of smaller stuff. Neglect. Chaos. A house where you always had to read the room. A...
