I've been in love with a woman for going on 4 years it's been one heck of a roller coaster ride we start off in love things go great for a couple months then alcohol gets involved we say hurtful things she's leaves we split up that's been the cycle for almost 4 years now
I was 10 years old when my parent's separated. My dad would not only beat on my mom, but my siblings and I as well. My sister started self harming when I was about 11, I guess I kind of picked it up from her.
To the little lady loves in my life.
I have written you before. I know this. But there is stuff I need to tell you because it keeps circling in my brain and as you get older, you will come to realize that when your aunt has something on her mind, it won’t be silenced until she gets it off of her chest.
DUI. Three simple letters that completely turns one or more lives upside down. In that case, it is my husband and myself. My husband received his second DUI in February 2017, just under two years before his previous offense. Almost a whole year later, and we're still suffering from his actions.
When I was 12, I always told myself, "I don't think I'm going to make it to 15". To this day, I'm still surprised I made it, I'm 15 right now, going to be 16 on Saint's Patrick's Day. Ironic huh? Luckiest day of the year, but no luck to be found on a person born on it.
My mom and her ex fiancé are fighting. She hasn't offically broken up with him so he doesn't really know she's going to end the relationship. He is our only way of transport right now and we are in constant need of several doctors.
Now we are getting divorced. When she was not exhibiting symptoms she was the most wonderful person I ever met.
I always wanted to be a mom. Growing up, I would have these intense moments where I just wanted to have a baby so bad! I loved my cousins' kids, I loved holding babies...I just knew I was going to be a great mom someday. I got married, we waited awhile, and in my late 20s we started trying to get pregnant. That was a battle in of itself; I had to go to fertility clinics, take the Clomid regime, etc. etc., and finally on Christmas of 2013 we got pregnant with our son. He's 3 years old now and he's a hoot, and we now have a 1-year-old daughter too. But something keeps coming back to haunt me...why don't I love being a mom as much as I thought I would?
It's the weeks when I can't, or don't want to get out of bed for 4 or 5 days in a row. When leaving home to go on a 10 minute errand seems like climbing a mountain.
A disease only for soldiers, right? It’s typically associated with those who have served overseas and come back ‘damaged’ from what they’ve seen and experienced. Showcased on TV with violent outbursts and flashbacks, those with the disease are to be feared. At least thats what most people think.
I help them when they get thrown under the bus or something hurts them or something like that. I take their problems off their shoulders and run as fast as I can with them. I never got weighed down by it though. Then one day I saw the devil in disguise. He wasn't all pretty but he was, on the outside personality, what every girl wanted.
I'm a teen . most of the time my exams are on my head . Just bcuz there are so many exams I don't feel like studying for any of it the place I live in a place where anyone hardly care about what I do and everyone just wants results from me.
Tomorrow is a new day.....
That's what I've been telling myself lately. Some days "tomorrow" is great. Others, like today, they are horrible.
My story isn't inspirational or even one that people can learn from. I'm 42 years old, newly single mother of two sons. On disability benefits from my work, due to my diagnosis of bipolar, anxiety and severe depression. I have Hashimoto's disease as well.
“A true friend walks in the door when others are walking out.”
I am thinking about this quote right now with a couple of young people that I know, in mind.
There is so much hate in this world that sometimes it is so disheartening. When I look at the events that have taken place in this country and the relentless, disgusting hate that is spewing out for the entire world to see, I could cry.
We know this at a young age when we say goodbye to our first childhood pet.Our first goodbye that breaks our hearts into pieces we’re sure will never mend. We see this in the ebb and flow of the seasons. The browning of the autumn leaves that spiral downward to their rest.We know this and yet we are startled into remembering when we must say goodbye anew.
I’m a pretty positive person, but times have been tough for me lately. Foolishly, I thought I had an idea of what my future was going to look like and that I had it all figured out. The idea that I am not totally in control and there is a higher power that is influencing my life is a lesson that I apparently have not learned yet, but I’m starting to come around to that idea.
Well, right now I'm in a psych hospital with my hair dripping wet from my shower. I'm a 16 year old transgender male-to-female teen who has gone threw a lot I don't know where I should start but I guess how about when I was younger.
I can’t tell you the amount of times I have discussed my anxiety disorder. I have talked about it, in depth, to my friends, family, husband, Listen, Lucy followers and complete strangers. I have talked about it on stage in front of hundreds. I have talked about it at meetings and when I am with my support system. I have talked about it with therapists and doctors and I have even talked about it to random people I have met out and about. I have no problem telling anyone every single detail of my struggle.