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