“I wouldn’t define myself as an alcoholic, despite the doctors scare tactics. But I believe that because my problem doesn’t fit into the definition of alcoholic, it’s almost as though I’ve given myself permission to stay immersed in this problem I have.”
“I guess I come back to you in my mind when I do feel “crazy.” Crazy for being nostalgic over a bad friend, for me being a bad friend, and for our messed up friendship.”
Change has been a constant fear of mine throughout my whole life. Whenever I detect even an ounce […]
“What are we going to do with all of the furniture?” I asked my boyfriend who had become […]
As winter approached the layers began to slowly prepare themselves, Much like the opposite when the first flower […]
I wish I could peel my skin back Layer by layer Until I revealed a me that is […]
“It sounds like this has been quite traumatic for you,” I can’t describe the relief I felt as […]
Ten years ago my life changed. Actually, I like to think of it as the time when my […]
I sit here thinking about where I am and how I got here. As my fingers fly across […]
I have a confession to make, one that doesn’t come easily. Loving someone who can’t love themselves has […]
