Instead of seeing recovery as the road back to “normal life,” I saw it as a chance to create something better for myself.
We live in a world where the thought of being a burden is scarier to us than the immensity of our own pain.
How would my life be different had someone had the courage to intervene instead of the cowardice to mock me?
Alternatively titled, 'That Time My Hormones Made Me Lose My Damn Mind' or maybe 'Being Transgender Is Awful.'
When I hear you breathing next to me in the middle of the night, I will wonder why I ever thought I was so noble for going it alone.
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.
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?