"A child is like a houseplant, only needing a few basic things for survival. Food, water, love, and some sunlight. Maybe you assumed she was giving me those things. I suspect you never gave enough shit to provide them to me yourself, so there I was left with crumbs."
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 →
Oh bitch you know she's special, so of course she gets a round two. What can I say, she's a crucial character in my story of survival. I hope you root for her as much as I do, as she is one tough cookie to have taken care of me for this long. After writing... Continue Reading →