I don’t know where she is, or what world she is in after death, but I find myself wishing that I could know her lately.
You can do this, I promise.
I still remember the voices in my head when the razorblade, gripped in my hand, hovered over my left wrist. Useless. Trash. You can’t do anything right. Failure. Nobody likes you.
So you’ve met a great guy. He’s handsome, he’s well-educated, he runs marathons, and he can even assemble an IKEA bookshelf in under an hour (the perfect score in the dating game).
When I was 11, my parents got divorced and I was (and still am,) the eldest child of four. I’m 20 now, and I still have no idea what was the reason that led to my parents’ split.
7. When you realize your parents can’t protect you from everything, and that they are just as human as you are.
I never thought I would be exchanging battle stories with my dad when it comes to the War of Love.
Anyone who’s been depressed knows the cycle of self-loathing that backs you into a dark corner. Depression isn’t just sadness, it’s more a lack of anything.
You know how kids are.