There’s really no sense in beating around the bush here, so let’s just dive right in. When I was 16, I was raped. It’s one of the reasons I struggle with depression today. It’s one of the reasons I go to therapy once a week. And it’s the reason I’m writing this blog today. When… Continue reading Me Too. And You. And You.
There are a few things in life at which I particularly excel. I spell like a wizard. I can eat a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts over the course of a commercial break. I have a vast knowledge of useless, random trivia. Horses can’t throw up. You may not enjoy this blog post, but, hey, at… Continue reading This One’s For The Girls