Almost every doctor I went to see seemed to just go ahead and assume I was crazy before I even sat down, probably because I wrote or circled things on my forms like "Celexa, 40 mg daily," "Buspar, 30 mg daily" and "history of substance abuse."
"Can I give you some constructive criticism?" she asked, waving her hand over my face.
Oops, hold on, my breasts just texted me with an update about my mood.
I'm not a tomboy and martial arts don't belong to the boys of the world. I am myself and I am a woman and these are the things I like to do, which makes them, in the context of my own life, mine and utterly mine.
Waking up before 7am is hard, but grocery shopping with the crowds is harder.
When she first told me about how she planned to earn money, I was pissed, in complete disbelief and seriously worried for her safety.
People are weird and this is why I stay inside.
When it comes to the ability to buy just the one thing, I’m rarely capable of that kind of restraint.
Sex, Sex, Sex ... and Love
How can I proceed without making anyone mad?
And you all had a little something to do with it.
Do you ever get that claustrophobic feeling, tight in your chest, from worrying that you won't get to see all the places you want to see before you die? I bet you do.