To have those drugs was a big risk some might say. But when you’re desperate, and the other choice is death, it’s a risk that I found was absolutely worth taking.
You are not lucky to be supported. You are not lucky to have love.
These three things, that's it. Do that for you, each day. Day by day.
For a long time I worried that my girl might grow up to hate how she looks, in the same way I did, in the same way most of the women around me did and I had no idea how I was going to stop it.
My heart races, my stomach hits the floor as the words tumble from my mouth and my voice shakes “I took LSD with my husband”. I watch her face, she looks confused…“What’s that? Is that like Meth?” she quizzes me.
"This is not your forever" I whispered.
I also feel sadness for him because he knew right then, he knows how desperate I am at those points and it is a real possibility that one day I could slip over that line.
My body despite its perfect imperfections was something to marvel, just as much as any other body?
It is our reality now, that we can not rely on others to keep us safe. Personal responsibility for our own safety is important.
Why can I smack my child but not you?