The viciousness of other humans can result in so many broken souls, but it doesn’t always have to be this way.
My name is Elizabeth, and I’m mentally ill.
It’s easier to hide from your problems than it is to face them, head on.
“I need to be more accessible, especially to the ones I love.”
Because what’s more important than your relationship, really?
We might feel alone, but we aren’t alone.
You can be your own worst enemy.
How many times are we going to let rapists reoffend before we decide enough’s enough?
“You’d been drinking, right?” my therapist asked.
It’ll be the loneliest time of your life.
Content notice: sexual assault.
It’s one thing to lean on each other and another to ring every half hour.