Photo credit: The Artidote I wrote the bones. It’s been a struggle for months and this weekend I did it. I wrote all about sex
Category: Depression/Anxiety
A Letter to the New Source of Supply
I wrote this letter about a year ago and never sent it. Here is why. Dear New Supply, You were at our house today. I
The Last Time I Had Sex
It’s been over two years since I’ve been kissed or touched. It’s been six years since I was kissed or touched lovingly, by someone who
Binge Eating
Sometimes feeling full is a nicer feeling than anything else that’s currently an option. My stomach hurts. It hurts because, once again, I’ve eaten too
Wishes for the next victim
You don’t know this, my dear sister-in-arms. You wouldn’t. But, I heard one of your first phone conversations with him. He and I were still