Honesty has become such a critical part of who I am that it's to a fault (I think?).
I’m an idiot. Or was, anyway.
I have been wading through this shit show for a couple years now and I think it’s time for us to talk about it.
I am not afraid to speak my truths anymore.
I guess exposure therapy works.
It’s hard to know someone loathes you with such visceral hatred that it can be physically felt in the tension between text messages.
This is my story to tell, not anyone else’s.
I think recovering from guilt and sadness is incredibly difficult. I can't say it's easier or more difficult than any other addiction because those are the only two addictions with which I am familiar, (that's not entirely true, but the other will come in time), but I know guilt and sadness are overwhelmingly difficult to contain.… Continue reading On Recovery
there was only you.
After the kids went to bed last night, I sat at my kitchen table and took a deep breath. I started thinking about something my mom told me a couple of months ago. I was in class and she was feeding the kids. She had my Dragon on film staring and talking with someone in… Continue reading Angels in the Kitchen