When I started this blog, I needed to know who I am. I needed answers as to why I was this way. If I knew the reason then maybe I could fix myself…or so I thought. I was in denial. I always knew, deep down. I just couldn’t admit it. I was afraid of the truth and what it would mean.
Tag: Communication
Too Old To Change, Too Young To Die
Right now, I’m in a weird place. I really don’t know how to explain it, which is why (for some bizarre reason) I’m going to try. Maybe it’s desperation. I’m relying heavily on getting jacked up on painkillers to get me through the day but I’m down to my last few and I’m struggling to get hold of anymore, especially as they’re prescription strength (don’t even ask where I got the current ones from).Read More »