The diagnosis, while not changing me as a person, helped me to understand myself better. It helped me to treat myself better.
You’re going to take hits. It’s how you view them and what you take from them that is important.
People like that love company.
Sometimes my posts betray me. I snitch on myself, as the kids say.
I can’t just lay in bed all day. I have kids and responsibilities. Even if I didn’t, I still can’t stay in bed all day.
You don’t know what’s missing because you don’t even realize a piece should be there.
Whatever your situation is, no matter how universal it might feel, know that it’s different for almost everyone.
I may not have “gotten” it, but friends don’t need to “get” it. They just need to show you support. I hadn’t shown him support and it hurt to realize it.
I want her to be a good person, not just to me, but to everyone.
“Who has seen me today? Did I talk to people like this? What is wrong with my face? Am I freakin’ melting?!”