Stories about my mental illness(es), trauma, & the fun stuff in between
Callie & Company refers to how my different moods make it seem like I have several personalities. My best friend, Doyle, called me this in our group chat once and it summed up perfectly what a complicated wreck I am. It's kind of a cute way to address That's why it stuck. The first time…
Today is March 16, 2021 and it has been one year since I decided to unapologetically live my life to the fucking fullest. My friends and family remember this day as the day I went postal on my Instagram story and broke up with my ex. Oh yeah, I documented my very messy breakup on…
It’s the kinda day where I get to work a little late and leave a little early, but don’t remember anything that happened in between. After roughly nine hours of corporate productivity, I am now in that weird space of time between getting off work and going to bed. I really, really, REALLY don’t want…
Now, my work friends and I have given my situationships some terrible nicknames, but Milk Dud is the worst one. It all started when my friend Joe started calling him Doug. Somehow that evolved to Milk Dud and unfortunately for him, it stuck. I remember he called me while I was at work and politely…
Dear John Doe, There were two times you raped me. If I am being really honest, there's actually a third time but I'm not ready to face that one. I know that you will never understand or believe any of that. Admittedly, it took some work for me to believe it. I didn’t (still don’t)…
Being adopted has shaped me more than I comfortable admitting. I keep these thoughts quiet. My mom and dad are the best parents. I was never without love. If I say these thoughts out loud, I’m worried it will hurt them. They won’t understand that the way I feel has nothing to do with them—…
Dear January, I want to start this letter by letting you know I fucking hate you. I used to love you because I believed that each new year meant a fresh start. Now, as an adult that has lived through some bullshit, I realize there is no such thing as a fresh start -- maybe…
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