-Is It Paranoia?- A Message as I Wait At the Pharmacy

I know they are looking at me with judgmental eyes... I heard the disgust towards me in the tones of their voice, in their lack of greeting, and it is like a billion daggers straight into my soul. It. Hurts. I am ashamed. Not so much because I care what people think of me... I … Continue reading -Is It Paranoia?- A Message as I Wait At the Pharmacy

Who I Am… Sort Of.

A reality I hate, but my reality nevertheless. First, I guess given this is my first post I will do a brief introduction. I am a female, an addict and terrified. I say with shame (due to societies misunderstanding, I believe) I have Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)- (self destructive). It hurts when I tell people … Continue reading Who I Am… Sort Of.