Depression is a sneaky bastard. It rudely invites itself inside, eats on your brain, and sucks the good parts of you through a crazy straw. It snarfs down your give-a-fuck like dessert. … More Face-Planting on the Broken Road
The sub-moronic ramblings of a semi-functioning illiterate
Battling the heartache and uncertainty of going no contact with a narcissistic mother.
Because we’re all recovering from something.
When my ass talks, people listen.
three steps forward, two steps back- but you're still ahead.
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Things Women Don't Usually Talk About
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Writer - Mental Health Survivor - Advocate
...where the ladies are headstrong and the man is outnumbered.
Clean Cup! Move Down!
I'm just here to ruin a good thing
Words That Can’t
Even at Your Darkest 