8 Ways Having A Mental Illness Has Changed Me
I have accepted my odd quirks that started as symptoms but became part of my personality.
I have accepted my odd quirks that started as symptoms but became part of my personality.
One day he won’t look at you the way he used to; the daily good morning/night texts will become weekly, and his effort to keep you happy will cease to exist.
Here I am, in a bar on November 9th, with a man who voted for Hillary Clinton, who was just as shocked and offended by Trump, and who is putting his hands on me without asking, kissing me, who doesn’t wait, who thinks he can do anything.
I would be a fool to say I wasn’t in love you. With you, I felt like love showed me a face. It was passionate, it was crazy. It felt real, it was painful.
I really want to stop loving you because I know you don’t love me.
It’s not because I don’t like you or because I’m obsessed with myself. It’s neither, and jumping to either of these conclusions simplifies a question that transcends the boundaries of your knowledge of introverts.
It’s easy to stay when life is at a standstill. It’s another to insist on staying, even if circumstances are trying to tear us apart.
Just like Trump, he believed he had a right to my body without my permission. The shocking similarities between Trump and my ex didn’t hit me till the results of the election.
I have aunts, uncles, cousins, and a father who voted for Trump. They slut-shamed the women who came out with their stories of Trump’s sexual harassment and abuse, claiming they should have come out right after it happened, that it made no sense it had taken so long. I was not silent.
As my personal hero once said, we are stronger together. And nasty women will not be silenced.