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Katherine Warren

The last time I wrote, I showed you a “before I worked on my brain photo.”

The message of that blog was to check in with those eyes, they tell a stronger story than almost anything when you’re suffering.


When I went to my basement box to find that picture, because yes it pre-dates digital pics :), 


I found myself in a sea of photos from my time living in France. 


I moved there just after college to teach English. The program was for a year but I was fairly certain (in my fog of a brain at the time) that THIS was going to be it for me, that I’d love reinventing myself and finding a new life in France. And that I might even decide to live there.


I moved to France a week before my program started when I would be introduced to other teachers. I moved there alone, I booked a zero-star hotel to stay in while I searched for a more permanent home. The only person I’d been in contact with was a teacher at one of the schools I was to teach at. She was my liaison and had promised to pick me up from the airport and help get me settled. The night before I left for France (that just happened to be 4 days after 9/11, the first day international flights were allowed again) I got an email from my liaison saying she wouldn’t be able pick me up and that I should take a taxi. “Ok,” I thought, “I can do this.”


The flights went ok from what I can remember, I got a taxi, and the taxi proceeded to take me to the wrong hotel. (A much fancier place than I could afford to stay in.) So I stood there with my luggage, a meager hold on the French language, and still enough enthusiasm and energy to ask around to find and then proceed to WALK with one year’s worth of luggage to my actual hotel. I got there, was greeted warmly, and pointed to the stairs – no elevator. “Ok,” I thought, “I can do this,” as I climbed several flights of stairs with that aforementioned luggage.


The first week in France my liaison emailed me with some recommendations on where to go to find housing and to get groceries, and that was it, I didn’t hear from her again. I went to housing assistance and quickly learned there was no way in “H E double hockey sticks” I was going to afford living on my own in Nice, France (the equivalent to living in California in the States).


I was working 12 hours a week on a teaching assistant salary and not able to get another job on my Visa. I was making even less than I thought I would because as chance would have it, this was also the time when France was transitioning from the Franc to the Euro, and my meager salary sounded like a whole lot more in Francs. I got some financial help from my parents, but nowhere near enough to live in an apartment alone. So, I had to just wait out my time until I met the other teaching assistants and could hopefully find a roommate or two. “Ok,” I thought, “I can do this.”


I spent the next few days literally wandering around aimlessly in Nice. I would get up every morning, force myself to leave the hotel, and just walk. I walked for miles and miles, saw all I could see, visited grocery stores alone, shops alone, and ate every meal alone. I forced myself to eat out as much as I could handle alone.


My brain had always told me the key to happiness would be found here. All this alone time, reinventing myself, becoming whoever it was I was certain I was meant to be.


Then…I had some unfortunate run-ins with some shady characters, those meals became lonelier and lonelier, I got more and more tired of encountering the daily cockroaches in my hotel bathroom. Not everyone in Nice was sympathetic of 9/11, so much so that there was one day it was suggested Americans don’t go outside.


And then I realized, no one back home even knew the name of the hotel I was staying at, if I disappeared, it would be a long time before anyone would’ve even noticed. “Ok,” I thought, “I CAN’T do this.”


I called my mom bawling, certain I would disappear at any moment and that would be that. “Could you at least write down the name of the hotel I’m staying at?” I pleaded tearfully. My mom talked me down from the ledge as she so often did to soften my hyper-achieving, painfully perfectionist mind (common symptoms of depression), and I got through that first week.


I met the other teaching assistants who were mostly British. And after a bit of time convincing them that I was a normal person and not like the Americans they see on Married with Children and Baywatch, I found a roommate and a bunch of other wonderful teaching assistant friends.


My dad used to always ask me if I missed my family when I went somewhere (I had gone abroad during school a couple times before) and I’d sheepishly say “yes.” He would say, “No you don’t, (which was half true) because you quickly build another family wherever you go.” THAT was very much true. Even through some of the darkest, deepest depression periods of my life (of which this France trip was one), I always found my people, and oftentimes would find a mother figure to go along with them. I found fierce love for my makeshift families all throughout college, my times abroad, and at pretty much every stage of my life.


Did those families travel with me on this journey toward a balanced life? Some did, most didn’t. Many ended up in very different life stages or on very different paths than me. And that’s ok, they were still an immense and supportive part of my life (and I hope I was in theirs too).



So let’s zoom out on that picture I shared last time. You’ll quickly see, that although I might have been suffering through some of the worst depression of my life, I was still surrounded by a truly wonderful, beautiful group of ragtag 20-something teaching assistants that became my fiercely supportive family.


I had many beautiful, richly satisfying experiences abroad with this family as we learned how to navigate living in a foreign country and traveling as much as we could on our teacher salaries.

A box filled with a bunch of pictures including a birthday card

I had so many family and friends visit me also, and we too had so many amazing, enriching experiences that only a trip abroad can offer.


(Not to mention the food, oh the food we enjoyed as I happily took advantage of being able to eat big beautiful prix fixe restaurant meals every time someone would come visit…and pay for them. :)) There was so much good that came from my trip to France, so many memories created not only for myself but for those I loved both from home and abroad. I wouldn’t change my experience there for anything. I have an entire box full of pictures to prove it.


AND I was deeply suffering through some really dark depression during that time (which being alone only exacerbated).


I drank to black out more than I ever have in my life. I dealt with some really dark situations and some really scary nights. There were some situations I am proud I came out of alive.


So this story is a very long-winded lesson in the power of the AND. 


You can be deep in your suffering through your mental health journey AND you can still accomplish some pretty amazing, beautiful and brave things.


You can be in the thick of suffering, and still cherish many moments where your heart sings. You can feel deeply alone, and still build a community of people who you care about more than anything, and they can care about you too. The AND makes it possible for people like me to live with high-functioning depression. The AND reminds you, that you CAN come out on the other side of this.


So when you are in the throws of suffering, see if you can zoom out for a minute. 


There may be times when this is too challenging or feels next to impossible. I get that, and I see you. But the times when it does feel ok, zoom out of the dark for a moment.


Become the observer of the life that’s happening around you, the life that is happening for you, and the life you have built, co-created. You will likely find some glorious beauty there as you sit with the knowledge that both light and dark can and do exist simultaneously.


Zoom out, my darling reader, always zoom out. And you may just find, while there is work left to do, it is surrounded by so, so much to be grateful for. 💗

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By Katherine Warren November 18, 2025
My mom took seven days to die.  She was in hospice, in a state they call "active dying" for seven days. My sisters and I would meet at her room and sit and talk and sit and work a little and sit and watch reality TV; all day, every day, as if it were our jobs. Then this saint of a hospice nurse would come in, tell us how she spent the last night with mom brushing her hair and telling her how pretty she was, and encourage us to go home and go to bed. "She's not going to die tonight," she'd say, "go home and get some rest." We'd give a collective sigh and head home. In the morning, before I'd head back to mom's room, I'd do a 60-minute bootcamp workout. 6o minutes every day, no matter how poorly I'd slept or how run down I felt. My normal workout routine includes exercise most days, but not a 60-minute boot camp; those are once per week at most because they are a beast. Shout out to Peloton's Jess Sims (IYKYK). I was sore, spent, kind of numb, but MAN did I need that morning routine every day. I needed the sense of accomplishment. I needed the rush of adrenaline, of pure presence and feeling. And I needed to take care of my body, because I'm on a mission not to have to suffer like my mom did. Not in hospice, but as she did in the last few years of her life, battling diabetes and cirrhosis. I recognize that I don't have full control over what happens to me. I have a slew of chronic diseases in my genes. But I'm going to try. My daily movement is a major piece of that fight. The rest is all this balance work. This is deeply personal to me, friends, deeply. October always picks at my grief wounds; my dad died at age 56 in late October, my mom died at 72 on the Day of the Dead, November 1st. They were both too young. And they both had suffered from some serious health issues, for basically as long as I can remember. After my dad died, that's what kicked my own wellness journey into high gear. I vowed to do everything I could to not let genetics win. I fight like hell so that I can be as active and alive and as vibrant as possible as long as I can. To be there for my family, my nieces, and my friends (so close they are family) as the healthiest, most balanced me. So in case you're wondering why I chose exercise over just about anything else. Why I will prioritize it over well, just about everything. Now you know. Movement not only helps my brain. It helps me feel like I'm in this fight. That I'm trying as hard as I possibly can to beat this bs. To be the very balanced and best version of me I can be—for them, for me, and to prove I can do this. And you know what? YOU can do this. Find your "why" and attach it to how you choose to balance your body (whether that's a run, a walk, or nutritious food). Make it personal. And then hit play on your version of that bootcamp whenever you need it.
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I’ve read about it, I’ve heard about it, and still nothing quite prepares you for the whirlwind of midlife madness. I remember seeing a trailer for an Oprah show about it where she says you can not outsmart this life phase, you can’t out exercise it, out earn it, or in my case out “balance” it. I’ve been in menopause since November of this year and let me tell you, Oprah is spot on with this one. If you’ve been following along on my journey, you know that insomnia was a major symptom of my depression growing up. I’d go days without sleep, taking a larger and larger toll on both my mental and physical health. Finding sleep after developing a mindfulness practice was my first climb out of the hole. Mindfulness helped me slow down and not react to my thoughts, which in turn brought sleep. Sleep brought a whole other slew of balanced wellness practices, which you can read about here. But damn it this menopause is disrupting my sleep. I get woken up 2 to 3 times per night right now experiencing hot flashes. Then those hot flashes soak my sheets, and sometimes I’ll wake up a few more times freezing cold because of that. I have an emergency blanket at my bedside that goes on and off throughout the night to help with my complete lack of body temperature regulation. Woof. No I haven’t done anything medically yet. I’ve tried adding as many hormone-producing foods into my diet as possible (see Balanced Body below) but because there is zero consistency to my symptoms, I have a few good nights and that convinces me I will be over this phase soon, then they come raging back. The only consistent symptom sparker seems to be wine…seriously menopause?!? You cause me all this drama AND take away wine?!? Couple that with some trauma around all things medical (another blog for another day) and well, I just haven’t made the leap to hormone therapy yet. So what am I doing to try to stay as balanced as possible during this phase? ROUTINE. I am buckling down on my routine no matter how much my brain tries to convince me “I’m too tired.” That’s a 7-minute sit, a quick gratitude list and exercise in the morning. Stretching, 3 minutes of focusing on my breath, and outlining 3 wins for today and what I hope will be 3 wins for tomorrow in the evening. All in all a pretty tiny amount of my day, but boy does my tired somewhat foggy brain want to fight that. No matter what night of sleep I get however, my routine makes me feel miles better. REST. I’m sneaking in a 15-minute lunch nap any day that I can. I am not a natural napper and if I go longer than that I get groggy. But that tiny pause in my day has really worked wonders when I’ve had an especially bad night of sleep. I’m also trying to go to bed a half hour earlier (which in my day-to-day world means serious senior citizen time, and I’m owning that) just to catch up on some sleep on the front end. Finally, I’m honoring a new wake-up time that’s about a half hour to an hour later than I would like. Yes, I still get up pretty early but not as early as I prefer. However losing 1 to 2 hours of sleep per night, I know this is a more balanced approach. This new wake time also means when it fits in my schedule, I’ll split my workout in half (half in the morning and half after work) to fit it all in. Annnd let’s be honest, COFFEE, lots of coffee. 🙂 The silver lining? There is one. This life stage has actually helped me loosen my grip on a lifestyle that at times can become a little too rigid. When something threatens to buck my routine, I can get a little too worried and strict about getting back to it. It’s my brain’s way of surviving the little voice in my head that says, “I can’t go back, I can never go back” to that darker place. BUT, you want me to spend a later evening with you now? Welp, I’m not gonna sleep great whether I blow past my bedtime or not, so let’s go for it. You want me to have a large lunch full of things that are going to make me tired and bloated for the rest of the day? Sure. I’m gonna be tired and bloated anyway, so yeah I’ll have seconds at that summer picnic. ...all within my 80/20 rule of course... So this midlife has opened the door to me saying yes to more things than I normally would. And that’s kinda great. I’ve had some awesome moments with people I care about. And met some super cool people I wouldn’t have otherwise. I’ll take it. And I’ll keep you posted on how this goes. PS Happy belated Mother’s Day to anyone who cares for others. I bow to you and recognize everything I say is 1,000 times harder for you to implement some days. And mad respect to those of you mamas (and I personally know a ton of you) that DO manage to keep up as much of this balance as makes sense for you. You are our SHEros.
A bowl of granola and berries with a spoon in it
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