“I filled the sugar jar with powder laxatives and made that bitch think she had IBS for six months.”
Thanks for sticking with me, even when I’ve made it hard.
I stopped sitting there and taking it, and started calling people out. And the results were nothing like what I expected.
Drugs softened the edges of the stranglehold of depression.
I’m grateful for the six years I spent drinking to blackout and snorting various substances.
I still think of her daily. And it still hurts.
I’m taking a deep breath and telling the truth now.
Over the years, I’ve gotten good at asking for help. But it’s still not easy.
They say the truth will set you free.
It was the worst best thing that ever happened to me.
Being confident isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
It’s totally okay, and necessary, to push pause sometimes.
Imagine drowning and not being able to fight back.
Because having good friends is the first step to living your best life.
Sometimes it’s not them – it’s actually you.