"Saying he was cryptic is an insult to the word itself, so I can't even say that."
How can one be so tired after only living for 25 years? It's easy, really. Not even a challenge. What comes to me naturally is what makes me so exhausted. Fibro, PTSD, BPD, anxiety, Major Depressive Disorder. Even just one of those things can tear a person down over the course of a few years.... Continue Reading →
This entire blog is dedicated to mental illness. Therefore, I thought it was appropriate to sign up for a NAMI event, called NAMIWalks. It is an event that raises awareness about mental illness, and also raises funds to provide community resources. Please consider donating, as every little bit helps! Below is the link to my... Continue Reading →
I refused to sleep with him. You might not believe me, but for several months I absolutely refused. I insisted on taking the moral high-ground and refused to cross that line. I can't do that again, I told myself. I can't be the side chick again, I reminded myself. Despite my previous transgressions, I apparently... Continue Reading →