I wanted to write a book about my life, instead I am choosing to blog.
I met you. I finally allowed myself the courage to walk up to you and wrap my arms around you, holding you tightly and telling you that you were ok. Telling you that this was not ok, that this was not normal, that this was not your fault. I finally met you, and I love …
Here it is…2019, 365 days of fresh new days to write your story. I spent my New Years with some friends at a quiet house party. It was fun. What wasn’t fun was after everyone got drunk they decided it was a good time to do an intervention about my suicide attempt in October. By …
Let’s add another pill. When that one doesn’t work, let’s add another pill! I am starting to feel like my body is solely function on the medications I am putting into it. Mind you, I need these medications to function, but none the less it is frustrating when you have to add another pill to …
It’s hard for you on the outside to watch someone suffer, to offer help and not be able to. To look at someone and think they are fine only to learn later that they were anything but fine. To struggle with someone in your life who is chronically depressed and to never know when they …
Well, I didn’t make it. I didn’t get to the other side and I didn’t make it to the pill cabinet to end my suffering. Instead, I went to one last therapy session that day. Instead of ending it, I broke down and I asked for help. It was such a dark place I cannot …
Coming off of Effexor won’t be easy, it needs to be done slowly and the side effects won’t be great. NO JOKE! I was expecting the medicine heady feeling that I got when I skipped a dose or the unbearable starving/vomitty feeling that I became accustomed to when I first started the medicine ages ago. …
A smile so contagious a bad day could not be had Even in the moments when there were tears streaming down your face Even in the moments when I was terrorized by my nightmares Your smile could save me Pure lust and unadulterated need flowed freely from the soft touch of your lips to my …
Every day is a struggle. To wake up and crawl out of bed and go about the day. Everyday I have to tell myself that effort will be worth it, that something good will come out of this life if I keep living it. I have to remind myself that I have responsibilities outside my …
One day you will wake up and you will take inventory of your life and that will be the moment you miss me. It won’t happen before that because I know you well enough to know that you have made provisions within your mind and heart to not allow for me to interfere with your …
Just because you see me everyday does not mean I am not silently suffering from mental illness. Just because my life looks perfectly in order does not mean I am not silently suffering from mental illness. There is the stigma when you are gay you get to “come out” or if you have cancer you …
Healing From Childhood Abuse 