Some medications make life bearable. Others have side effects that make it worse.
Welcome to my Nutella nightmare…
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.
“Tears are words the heart can’t say.”
I held most of my tears inside until I was 22. Before that, I’d numbed myself to cope with the trauma. I didn’t cry, but I didn’t smile much either.
In just the last few years, I’ve started crying pretty much every day for a million different reasons — sometimes a single tear; sometimes a total breakdown; at home, and in public.