Thank you for reading therapy made me worse. Nothing warms my heart more than sharing my work with all of you. If you connect with anything I write, please tell others about our little corner of the internet.
I'm here feeling like I'm 10 years (at a minimum) younger than I actually am. Showed up ready to drink and began drinking immediately because I, literally not figuratively, cannot get the words I need to say out of my mouth without liquid courage. All those movie scenes I watched growing up, I would get so angry that the character wouldn't say what they had to say and instead would just let the moment pass again and again. Why did the moment have to be right?