What Was the Love of My Life

I feel like I should begin this post with some cliche about love; about this post being about the one who got away. But this is my story and I am the heroine. I am the protagonist. I don’t need to be saved. There is no need to pity me or feel sorry. I survive…

Therapy and Recovery

After that super depressing post yesterday, I’m going to write something that is hopefully much more lighthearted. Just so you know, I made it through another day and that is all I can ask God for. Today I went to see my therapist for the first time in over a month. Between me being sick,…