Why am I the way I am? And does it matter?
I've always thought of myself as a fighter. I fight depression and anxiety on an almost daily basis; I fight expectations that are placed on my gender by society and myself; I feel as though I am engaged in a never-ending war with myself and the world. And you know what? I'm tired. Exhausted. That's what happens … Continue reading Why I Am No Longer An Angry Fighter
My inner voice is a gaslighting bastard. One of them, anyway.
Growing up a girl in a fundamentalist church