It’s my birthday πŸŽ‚πŸŽπŸŽ‚πŸŽ

When your mother hasn't spoken to you in almost two years after she did some seriously shady shit and suddenly a birthday card shows up in the mailbox. Out of the clear blue sky. πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™€οΈ Props to her for the time that she took to make the card for me. I just feel like she … Continue reading It’s my birthday πŸŽ‚πŸŽπŸŽ‚πŸŽ

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When it doesn’t make sense.

Today has been a struggle to remember why I stay. Some days love just isn't enough when PTSD is involved. Loyalty, tenacity and fight are the things that make me stay on days like these. Loyalty because you don't kick someone when they are down. No, he isn't taking care of his mental health right … Continue reading When it doesn’t make sense.