It Could Always Be Worse

  I keep hearing this: Things could be worse.  You could be blind, you could lose your legs, you could always be worse. However rationally accurate this argument can be, it isn’t healthy or fair. Maybe, if I were Jesus, I’d feel differently because I...

Is It Me?

Sitting at a picnic table out side at my community college’s Woodbridge campus I heard the most difficult piece of advice I ever fully accepted. Little did I know that it was coming from a recovering alcoholic and even now I couldn’t have guessed how this...

DiD and Moving

I’ve recently moved states, as in, yesterday. It can be difficult for someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder to make large changes. I get agitated and confused. I’ve lost all sense of where on Earth I am. As I create new memories and become acquainted...
Me and My #Selfie

Me and My #Selfie

I am like everyone in that I want to look polished, chic, slender, and the rest of the laundry list. My list of insecurities ranks as one of the lengthiest of its kind since middle school. I don’t feel ugly, most of the time, but I do feel way less than what...