RSD: The ADHD Acronym You’ve Never Heard Of
Growing up, I was labeled a “sensitive” child. Criticism or perceived criticism was met with tears. I looked forward to my report cards as a kid. Finally, a written document that showed I was succeeding!
Growing up, I was labeled a “sensitive” child. Criticism or perceived criticism was met with tears. I looked forward to my report cards as a kid. Finally, a written document that showed I was succeeding!
If you’ve ever been to the doctor, more than likely, your BMI has been discussed. BMI is short for body mass index. And I’m here to tell you it’s utter bullshit. The body mass index
I wanted to be the perfect person I wanted to be the perfect mother I wanted to be the perfect sister I wanted to be the perfect friend I wanted to be the perfect author
Here we go, Down Alice’s rabbit hole I drink the potion To make me sane That very same potion that drowns my pain This wound I have … It’s bleeding I’m hemorrhaging How can it
Don’t think you understand that I wanna care Don’t think you understand I’m on the edge of the bridge I’m on the precipice I don’t think you understand that I don’t wanna fall I’m one
I was a fatherless daughter. When I was 2, my father died. It was not an “accident.” It was not old age. He died by suicide. Every year, Father’s Day cruelly mocked me. My relationships with
It starts like an itch & then my face is wet. It is not raining. The sky is clear, especially for this time of night. I am crying. Barely five minutes ago I was laughing. The
I hear a commercial vaguely on the television, my son is playing in his room where I hear the occasional roar of a pretend dinosaur and there is a quiet jingle of a collar