Stories about my mental illness(es), trauma, & the fun stuff in between
Now, my work friends and I have given my situationships some terrible nicknames, but Milk Dud is the worst one. It all started when one of my friends 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…
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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Imperfectly Callie 