“You could go right now, but I don’t think you’re ready,” he said. How insane for someone else to tell me that I’m not ready?
“This isn’t working,” my dad said, as he re-applied the creme he bought at some random drug store to his foot.
Definitely one of the weirdest and most haunting experiences of my life…
“What did I do to ruin our friendship? What happened to us?” I asked, three years since the last time we had spoken. “We just lost touch,” she said. No, we didn’t lose touch. I tried to hit you up […]
I’m 25 today. Realistically speaking, that means I’ve completed a third of my life, if I’m lucky. They keep telling me that I’m young and I have time, but with 2/3rds left to go, they are wrong.
Last night I woke up shivering and sweating. The tips of my fingers were numb. I began to panic and cry and did not understand what was going on. Is this still PTSD?