DIANA MAYERS

Someone recently asked me why I openly say that I’m bisexual, yet rarely talk about relationships with women. So I figured I should explain. Not that there’s a huge dramatic story behind it, but still. First of all, it’s simply less interesting to talk about, because women and women are actually equal. What is there to argue about? A 50/50 relationship? Sure, I agree. Which is exactly why, if a man wants the same dynamic, he should probably find someone truly equal to him — m

How many more times do I have to lose myself to finally find who I truly am? How many times do I need to adjust the direction of my path? How many more turns must I take to discover where I’m actually meant to go? When I stop understanding what to do, I let go of control and simply observe where the universe takes me. Because it knows better than I do where I’m supposed to go. Lately—if I focus purely on how it feels—it’s been like I was pushing and pushing, trying to force t

Do you know that feeling when everything in your life seems fine, but you don’t truly feel it — as if something is missing? As if the world is pressing in on you, closing around you, making it hard to breathe. For the past few days, I’ve been overwhelmed with anxiety — endless streams of thoughts that I couldn’t stop, an emotional overload that felt unbearable. On Friday, before leaving for work, I was crying and couldn’t stop. Not because something happened — nothing did. I