Stories about my mental illness(es), trauma, & the fun stuff in between
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…
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…
Imperfectly Callie 