“Yes, I am allowed to pick and choose what I divulge to others. And, as a matter of fact, I’m allowed to change my mind.”
But we aren’t objects or equipment, we are people, so unfortunately we snap and break at times, no matter how much we try to hold it all together.
I’ll never forget this moment. This moment I realised that after three years, it was over for real. That this time you won’t come back, and that I will have to live without you for the rest of my life.
As everyone knows, childhood isn’t always easy. I grew up in a household with two parents that loved […]
I start to think of how I have never let myself actually notice my growth but instead, kind of skipped from point a to point b, closed my eyes for a second and opened them to see a new woman with the same smile staring back at me in the mirror.
She was beautiful and funny. She was cautious, yet spontaneous. She was certainly insecure but so, so brave. She was so many things, all at once.
My parents hissed, howled, gnashed their teeth at me in order to prepare me for “the real world” […]
Chicago. I lost myself here. I found myself here. And now I’m ready to get the hell out of here.
Living with mental illness is a struggle in every sense of the word. Not only are you dealing […]
I’m no longer scared of being who I am or liking who I like. I shout it from the rooftops every chance that I get.