I turned 40 a while back. I admit, I had kinda been dreading it, but honestly, I was unsure exactly why. Perhaps I feel like I've run out of that gorgeous potential all young people seem to sparkle with. Perhaps... Continue Reading →
But I do it. I censor myself. A lot. Because I love those kids. And one day they’ll turn 18 and then we can talk about whatever the fuck we want.
Yes, I take medication. Yes, it helps. No, it doesn't "cure" me. Depression still just shows up sometimes, puts its boot on my neck and I have to just keep going, like I'm not flat on my back, choking.
Traffic slowed and I learned why when I saw a massive buck splayed on the tarmac.
I think what hurt more than the abuse is that no one seemed to take me seriously and help me.