I am extremely afraid of the post office. It’s definitely a real phobia, though I’ve looked it up and there is no official name for it. The fear comes from a history of horrifying experiences. The first of which happened in high school when my mom ran into the post office while I stayed inContinue reading “The Post Office”
A neurotic millennial's musings and doodles on life, parenthood, and the myriad ways she can blame her mother for her troubles.
I'm Worried My Therapist Hates Me: A neurotic millennial's musings and doodles on life, parenthood, and the myriad ways she can blame her mother for her troubles. 