These three things, that's it. Do that for you, each day. Day by day.
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.
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.
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?
Why can I smack my child but not you?
The last person to make me uncomfortable was a woman in late 2017. No man has made me feel the way she did in years. She told me I was into women, that I wanted her.
...And this is what it's like.
“Common then, its ready” My husband smiles at me as he drags me from the bed, this will help you to feel better, common then” he pleads.I sob more and I can’t tell if it’s because of my hurt or at the idea of him caring after me so much, because every time he tries … Continue reading My C-PTSD and Cannabis Story