I'm going to do nothing, Facebook. Because if I wish one friend a happy birthday, I have to wish all of them a happy birthday.
Working through bipolar disorder was not what I expected - but I'm grateful for what I learned.
I am so, so proud of you for the work that you do, day in and day out, to keep going.
I am the person I am today because there was a therapist who believed in me.
My blog turned one year old and I have SO MANY FEELINGS.
Whenever I feel that instinct to run or to hide, I affirm myself as an act of resistance.
"Normalcy" can be a little deceiving. No one expects you to be Mary fucking Poppins, okay?