Guest Posts, On Being Human
October 27, 2017
Wait, it’s over? Already? Or: F*ck Scarcity
By Jen Pastiloff I’m on the plane. I have Game of Thrones on in front of me, paused on…
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Guest PostsPersister.
Hi, it’s Jen Pastiloff here. I never blog on the site anymore but here I am in New York,…
October 19, 2017Share this:
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Guest Posts, Manifestation Retreats, travelTurn on The Light, Mother F*%cker. Post Italy Blog.
By Jen Pastiloff I don’t blog often here on the site anymore but I wanted to share about my…
July 2, 2017Share this:
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Guest Posts, healing, Manifestation Retreats, Retreats/WorkshopsThe Aleksander Scholarship Fund.
The answer to why some of us have to experience such pain in this life is a non-answer. There is no answer or platitude. Everything doesn’t happen for a reason. Donate if you feel inspired to.
October 17, 2016Share this:
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Birthday, Girl Power: You Are Enough, Guest Posts, Jen Pastiloff, Jen's MusingsGetting Older is Everything. Don’t Believe The Lies. A Message To Young Women on Jen Pastiloff’s Bday.
I was terrified of getting older. In my 20’s I lied and said I was younger. When I was 28, I said I was 25.
I thought once I turned 30 I would be useless. Read that again: useless.
December 12, 2015Share this:
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Eating Disorders/Healing, feminism, Guest PostsYou Really Should Be Skinnier
Don’t comment on my body or my face or if I am smiling. Don’t ask me if I am pregnant unless you see me giving birth or you know for sure. Don’t offer unsolicited advice about how I can be more beautiful or perfect or womanly or successful. Unless I ask you, zip it, Dude. Zip it.
August 18, 2015Share this:
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Girl Power: You Are Enough, Guest Posts, Jen Pastiloff, Jen's MusingsYou’re Enough. Don’t Be An Asshole & Go Forgetting That.
By Jen Pastiloff As you know if you follow me on social media or come to my workshops etc,…
August 16, 2015Share this:
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Guest Posts, Jen Pastiloff, Jen's MusingsLying to Ourselves.
I think we lie to ourselves to survive.
June 11, 2015Share this:
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depression, Guest Posts, Truth, Video, VulnerabilityThe Truth About Depression. No Bullshit.
By Jen Pastiloff I just got back from leading a beautiful retreat for Mother’s Day. I feel hung…
May 11, 2015Share this:
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Delight, Guest Posts, I Have Done Love, InspirationWhat Happens When Justin Timberlake & 25,000 Fans Sing Happy Birthday To a Boy With Autism?
Hey there! Jen Pastiloff here, I’m the founder of The Manifest-Station. Marika, the author of this piece, won a spot at…
August 14, 2014Share this:
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courage, death, depressionDepression is a Duplicitous Asshole.
by Angela Giles Patel Everyone battles something. Some of these battles are episodic and some rage over the course…
August 11, 2014Share this:
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Guest Posts, RelationshipsMeasuring Worth: Notes From A Surgeon’s Wife
To the general public, a surgeon’s family (resident or attending) has an easy life, cushioned by wealth and its conveniences. The truth is, when I hear that overused phrase about worth, I want to scream.
August 21, 2019Share this:
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Guest Posts, suicide
Chester Bennington is Dead
Chester Bennington is dead; he was 41 and I am 40 and I still cannot believe we live in a world where suicide is such a thing.
August 19, 2019Share this:
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Guest Posts, Mental HealthCall Me What You Will
I am one of them, a “mentally ill monster,” and let’s be honest it isn’t just Trump that uses that language.
August 18, 2019Share this:
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Grief, Guest Posts, self-loathingFrom Cutter to Mother
“Years later, I realize now, my memoir-writing was selfish. In writing about my childhood, and grief, I claimed myself. I took my own life without ending it. “
August 16, 2019Share this:
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Divorce, Guest PostsAnswering the Call
As soon as I press play and hear Oprah’s rich, familiar voice say, “I believe the greatest gift we can give ourselves is time, “ I lose my shit.
August 14, 2019Share this:
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Anxiety, Fear, Guest PostsParanoid Anxiety
The gut never lies. Since then, I control my anxiety by noticing whether it’s in my chest or gut. If it’s in my chest, it’s just PTSD. If it’s in my gut, there’s real danger.
August 12, 2019Share this:
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Guest Posts, travel, Young VoicesCamino
“The priest read our names out loud and fell silent. Everyone stood up again, and the chorus began to sing. The acoustics of the cathedral carried the sound up throughout the space, and it seemed like even the walls were singing.”
August 11, 2019Share this:
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Guest Posts, SurvivingRewriting Scars
I would be left with a mark of shame, a constant reminder that I was poor white trash growing up in a neighborhood governed by the laws of despondency and desperation.
August 9, 2019Share this:
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Guest Posts, poetry, TraumaTRAUMA, MARY OLIVER, AND ME: HOW POETRY SAVED MY LIFE
Oliver is a wake-up call to continue to pay attention to and care for the beautiful, and not be subsumed, as so much media seems to subsume us, in more of the same toxic energy.
August 7, 2019Share this:
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Guest Posts, Hope, Young VoicesHope, The Minotaur
Hope never involves the expectation that something will happen. Hope is the barely hanging on, the prayer opposite the barrel of a gun.
August 5, 2019Share this:
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Child Birth, Guest Posts, No Bullshit MotherhoodDo You Remember
My mind drifted back to earlier that month when I had held a man who had lost his wife to an unimaginable accident. “You’re telling me my wife is dead?” he said, eyes vacant, voice distant, as he held her limp body. “She’s dead? She’s dead? She’s dead? Just, completely, dead?” Over and over he said the words. As if he was telling himself for the first time, each time
August 3, 2019Share this:
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Divorce, Guest Posts, Self ImageA False Sense of Security
Disallowing others to give me my self-worth or validation is something I learned somehow a long time ago. I can unlearn it.
August 1, 2019Share this:
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Family, Guest Posts, Making Shit HappenClearing A Landing Pad
“Ten-minute cleanup. Let’s go,” I chirped, singing the chorus of our nightly family theme song.
The three of us scattered and tossed everything we could reach into bins and baskets. The floor was temporarily clear, but no one felt satisfied or relaxed.July 29, 2019Share this:
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Guest Posts, healingI Diagnose Other People for a Living, but No One Can Diagnose Me
In therapy, it is my turn to speak. I tell my therapist the truth: I am no different than my clients. I was born with big feelings, big reactions, big thoughts. I never felt safe expressing them until I met my current partner, who holds me when I cry and does not ask me to stop, who listens to my ideas and loves every part of me that’s big.
July 15, 2019Share this:
