I lost my god-sister, as a best friend, and it changed me.
We met in a graveyard. I was wearing combat boots, he was wearing chinos.
From pimples, to black heads to ingrown hairs, Jada Kennedy is validating every imperfection.
I am no stranger to the fact that, despite my best efforts, my illness tends to seep through the cracks.
It's time we stopped dismissing this pain. Period.
There is nothing wrong that a son can do. But a daughter-in-law? Well, she's always wrong.
The only people who understand what I'm going through are other chronically ill people.
It wasn’t about putting my faith in a God who may or may not exist.
I can say what happened to me now.
Is an emotional affair just as bad as a physical one?
I thought I was unlovable, undesirable, and broken in a way that couldn’t be fixed. Sometimes, I still feel like that.
I had become my own worst enemy. I fed myself moments of anxiety to feel alive.