👩🏻‍💻 Same bed, new crib

welcome to Live From Bed 2.0

As we all know, bed is the higher-power I worship; it is the gravitational center of my universe and the place where I take shelter when life starts to feel like a dumpster fire, and I no longer wish to be perceived. It’s my favorite place to do everything: dread, dream, dine, and disassociate. I love being able to vent to all you Bed Heads from the comfort of my comforter, but lately, things were starting to feel a little lonely, a little shouting-into-the-void-y, even for this borderline-agoraphobic. After every episode, there were always so many nuggets (help I want chicken nuggets now…) left on the cutting room floor and so many of you guys reaching out to continue the vent-sesh. That’s why we’ve decided to build a new home at Substack. Here, we can grow Live from Bed 2.0. Think of this as our Commiseration Station, where we can socialize and connect without having to put on pants. 

LFB is a home for misfit toys, for all overthinkers and oversharers, where Bed Heads can unite, indulge our blabby impulses and skip the subsequent spirals of regret. Family feuds, romantic nightmares, SSRIs. You name it, we’ll be cringing about it together. 

Under these new Substack sheets, you can:

• Join the LFB group chat, where you can talk with me and fellow Bed Heads directly

• Access *ad-free* audio episodes/FULL-length video episodes 

• Read my private newsletter, BedCrumbs 

• Get behind the scenes snippets, bits that don’t make it into the episodes, and other stuff that I’m too afraid to share on Instagram aka the graveyard of my friend’s ex-boyfriends, would-be-friendships that never did “get dinner sometime,” and my former elementary school teachers

So if you have a Saturday night alone at home and your long distance best friend has left the last ten (hilarious) TikTok’s you sent them on read, we’re here for you. Get the intimacy and the relief of venting to friends without the scheduling conflicts, without having to leave your emotional support animal, and with all the amenities of your shamefully cluttered nightstand in arm’s reach. Allow me to be your fucked up cruise director, here to remind you, and myself, that other people are as shitty at life as we are. That we all drunk-text our exes, shop too much, tell a secret we shouldn’t have, forget to take our meds, have mixed feelings about our friends’ babies and boyfriends. Those of us who count social blunders instead of sheep.

This is a place where we roll around in the stuff you wouldn’t file under a success story, that you probably wouldn’t post without immediately deleting and praying no one saw. The zit-picking swamp monster you leave at home, the bad habits, the stuff you lied to your therapist about, the stuff that keeps you up tossing and turning, the stuff you’re convinced no one thinks, feels, or goes through but you. The gritty, real, spicy part of life. It’s where connection is born. It’s the better story. 

Who knows? You might enjoy it even more than “accidentally” reading your partner’s text messages. 

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