Okay, so I have a problem with this. Can you guess what it is? “We’re not always worth loving.” BULLSHIT. I have been in so many situations where I wasn’t treated with the love I deserved, because I was convinced I didn’t deserve it. I have been beat up by “good men.” I have been
First of all, I am moved. I got so many emails, Facebook messages, and comments, and you all were saying the same thing. It’s okay, I’m okay, and I am loved. I love you guys so much. I can’t tell you how much it means to me when one of you threatens to kill my
Many of you will be confused by this post, but stick it out, and it will by (kinda) clear by the end. For the record, today is National Coming Out Day. It is a day for people around the country to support those people that are important to them. Eight years ago today, I came
Minutes after I wrote my last post, about not dealing well with other people’s emotions, a close acquaintance of mine, and sometime commenter, Also Living With Anxiety (ALWA), contacted me. No biggie, right? But I was very surprised at the contact method. Normally, we just email, or comment back and forth on Facebook. He, his
So, I’ve been tasked, for the third time, with filling out an assessment form. This is the kind of thing where you REALLY need to know where you are on these scales. The assessment has a lot of simple questions that have very complex answers. The questions include things, like : Do you have problems
I don’t know why, but Rory’s time in the hospital this time around has been much harder on me than the last one. I cried plenty last time, too, maybe even more than this time. But this time it’s just been exhausting for some reason. And he hasn’t been in for as long as he
Today’s visit with Rory was… odd. He wasn’t himself. Not his normal self, not even his outgoing-social self. He was off. He had had a rough night, and a very difficult day. He was extremely anxious, and I’m not sure his new medication regimen is working fully. He did seem a bit manic, but hyper
(This one I wrote before visiting Rory in the hospital tonight, but I didn’t get it posted beforehand. Another post will come shortly.) I got to visit with Rory last night, with his chosen dad and another friend. He was anxious, but in good spirits. I really long to talk with him alone, because that’s
Jenny here. Another post from Rory in the hospital, that he hand wrote, on his second day there, I believe. This post is quite different from the last one. By this point, he had gotten one dose of the new medication combination, and he sounds much more positive. It’s funny what a well-placed pill and
How do you possibly wrap your head around losing the one you love? By their own hand? I just don’t know. I can’t fathom. I mean, I have pictured it so many times in my head, because it’s always been a concern. Rory told me, even before we started dating (hours before, but still), that
