On Coping With An Addict Parent
The tears I’ve cried could fill a swimming pool—and for years, I thought it would be easier to just hold my breath at the bottom.
The tears I’ve cried could fill a swimming pool—and for years, I thought it would be easier to just hold my breath at the bottom.
Loving you was simple.
I’m glad I have the freedom to write about this, and put it out there and encourage other women to do the same.
Say hello. Say yes. Try. Text him back for God’s sake. See what you discover along the way.
The silence leaves us assuming the worst.
True colors prevail in the quality of their departure, through and through.
Right now, I am scared. I don’t want to be scared. Right now I am going to focus on healing myself, by myself.
As a wise woman once said, “You can call me a snowflake if you want to, but I am one of millions and together we make a goddamn blizzard.”
Gossiping. Please stop believing that your trolling comments will go unheard of. That’s just being naive, since 99% of gossip circles back to the person it was about in the first place.
This is why I think it’s important for me to write this, so I can explain mania and depression in my own experience and maybe shed some light on the similar experiences of others.