How can we stop turning everything that happens to our family and friends into a reflection our own experiences? How can we take new information
“It’s complicated” That’s this weeks imaginary status update. Only, I’m the only one seeing the status, and my psychiatrist, and now you. Its amazing how
I think the moment I became truly afraid of my own mind was after witnessing another of my ‘selves’ spend hours combing over old MRI
I couldn’t tell you what flowers I had on my wedding day, nor what food was at the reception or a single vow we made
Time passes as the daylight finally gives up on trying to peek beyond the tightly pulled curtains and disappears below the horizon for another day.
I fear there’s only one sure answer to that question I keep asking myself. “Will this ever get better? Will I ever get better?” My