From May, 2016.
*Pats on back*
Cibophobia It's a real thing and I have it.
Not because gothic...
I don't like it any other way.
I love my physical health, but I love my mental health even more.
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.
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