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 →
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 →
"Calling mental illness a phase is like calling depression or anxiety a choice."
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 →
"Even though I didn't find him attractive, I recognized that he had it together. Also, everyone else thought he was attractive, and damn did he love that."
"Sometimes, though? Sometimes I wonder if I have a best version of myself. What if it doesn't exist?"
Heretic Secrets 