Some medications make life bearable. Others have side effects that make it worse.
Welcome to my Nutella nightmare…
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t feel, deep down, that I was worthless.
As a child, I strove to be perfect enough for my parents and teachers. Later, I worked to earn the love and approval of men.
We all have stories we tell ourselves — thoughts so deep we must mine our lives to discover their source. One of my own thoughts stayed lost until August 2, 2015 when my cat Milo accidentally attacked my face and I looked down to see blood on my hands and arms.
I’ve moved 21 times in the past 15 years — never more than two hours away from the town where I was born.
I hate everything about moving. Each time I swear will be the last. But for me, moving has always been dependent on other people.
As in most stories, the truth is stranger than fiction.
I write because it’s what I do, but more than that, because I need to make some meaning of what seems to me a wasted life.
And I share my story because it’s only just beginning — and facing the past and moving forward are things we should never have to do alone.