Pre-Mid-Life-Crisis Jitters
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

Pre-Mid-Life-Crisis Jitters

What if 5 years from now I’ve totally gone off the deep end? What if I join a religious movement or start selling protein shakes door to door? What if I start selling religious protein shakes door to door?

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Search Party
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

Search Party

I listened to erupting sobs as the news spread. Darrell said the big man in the Maui shirt was in there crying hysterically, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him.

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Older Baby
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

Older Baby

So, I’ve been packing. I’ve been moving. I’ve been unpacking. I’ve been enjoying our new surroundings while trying to not take stock of a family photo growing smaller, and smaller.

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4 Weeks & Change
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

4 Weeks & Change

When you actually have depression, on a clinical level, somehow the whimsy of having a blue period fades and you just become annoying to the people near and dear to you. Hey there, bummer!

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Friday Morning
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

Friday Morning

It tasted like rum, because, well…it was rum. And coke. And a lime. It felt foreign as it entered my system. Likely because it was 9:14 am on a Friday morning. I didn’t order it for myself, no.

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OYM: Other Wise
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

OYM: Other Wise

And I’ve only been exposed to that, because I love stories and have sought them out since I was a child. And I did this, because I wasn’t interested in my own. Writing my own stories and reading those of others was an escape I didn’t know I was taking.

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OYM Day 55: Dogs & Babies
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

OYM Day 55: Dogs & Babies

There are some things you just have to like, otherwise people will look at you different. And I guess there’s really no problem with being different, but I’ve always been one to prefer coasting under the radar, observing and hypothesizing, and not flying my freak flag for all to see. Just my preference.

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OYM: Lullabies & Memories
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

OYM: Lullabies & Memories

If I think hard enough I can see my street, feel my bare feet on the sidewalk, and taste the humidity in the air. I can see the lightening bugs and hear the crickets and I wonder if the phone is ringing. It could be for me.

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OYM: We Regret to Inform You, Congratulations
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

OYM: We Regret to Inform You, Congratulations

You don’t hear much about the “we regret to inform you”s, which is all that I experienced. I applied to a dozen different schools, none of them in my state and all of them touting a grandeur that was foreign to me yet seemed to be beckoning me all my life. I was rejected from all of them.

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OYM Day 12: The Big White Box
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

OYM Day 12: The Big White Box

It was dark and humid inside, and smelled of plywood and camping. I would lean against the sleeping bags and wait, hearing the winds howl and my sisters symphony of asthmatic breathing.

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OYM Day 11: Ghost On A Plane
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

OYM Day 11: Ghost On A Plane

I felt like a pad of butter on a hot skillet. I just oozed my way up the jet bridge and into the gateway, then slid on over to baggage claim. My colleague asked why my lips were blue. I told him it was probably the pills and all that white wine.

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OYM Day 10: Secrets, Secrets, Are Lots of Fun
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

OYM Day 10: Secrets, Secrets, Are Lots of Fun

A few posts back I wrote about how I decided to live my life with nothing to hide. I was open to the point that I felt empty. Like I had given all of myself away. I wanted pieces of myself just for me. This is when I started stock piling secrets.

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OYM Day 9: Existential Crisis Or ADHD?
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

OYM Day 9: Existential Crisis Or ADHD?

It’s never black and white for me. Everything is murky. I believe in facts. But I also believe in mistakes. And I also believe that there are likely facts that are based on mistakes. This is where the problem lies.

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OYM Day 8: The DareDevil
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

OYM Day 8: The DareDevil

She would open her mouth wide and jump into the water… and when the shock of the cold would subside, she would blink the chlorine from her eyes and look at me. We did not speak.

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OYM Day 7: I Tried Biker Shorts
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

OYM Day 7: I Tried Biker Shorts

I asked my husband what he thought. He didn’t say a damn word, and maybe it’s in my head, but I swore I saw him almost wince a little bit at the sight of them. But what does HE know about fashion?!

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OYM Day 6: I’m Not Making It, I’m Faking It
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

OYM Day 6: I’m Not Making It, I’m Faking It

Where does your validation come from? Is it mostly from yourself? If so, wouldn’t that be somewhat psychotic? Like throughout the day your mind is just telling you “GIRL YOU KILLED THAT SHIT! YOU ARE INTELLIGENT, CHARISMATIC, AND MAKE A MEAN EGG SALAD”. Reading that back just now…maybe it’s actually good.

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OYM Day 5: *QUIZ* Are You A Sage or Shaman?
Cassie Wells Cassie Wells

OYM Day 5: *QUIZ* Are You A Sage or Shaman?

So, the next time a friend calls to tell me about their day, their relationship, their worries…I’m going to listen to understand and not to respond. Why? Because I know all too well that second hand stories, opinions, and articles you read somewhere will ultimately seep into someone else’s subconscious, their dreams…their nightmares.

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