A Week after My Suicide Letter

**I write none of this as a cry for help, yet I know that some will read this and worry about my state of being—don’t. This is part of my journey, and although it is a scary part, it’s a part nonetheless. I also recognize this post may resonate with some and be a trigger….

Parables about Puppies, Casserole Dishes, and Cleanliness

I keep my room clean these days because it feels like the only thing I can control. Everything else, however, is a mess. Life, a mess. My heart, a mess. Relationships, a mess. My hair, a mess.   I’ve micromanaged everything that I can possibly micromanage in my bedroom. I rearrange the books on my…

The Little Things

Today was a painful one… it met me with a shit-ton of questions that only became more and more confusing and a lot more hatred for my brain that’s always trying to sabotage me. All day has been that feeling where your heart sinks into your stomach and you don’t know if you should throw…