There is someone else living inside my brain.
I don’t have Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID, formerly called Multiple Personalities). I just have another me who pipes up from time to time. 790 more words
I’ll never forget our shopping sprees and laughing until our stomachs hurt in the dressing room when something I thought was adorable, looked ridiculous. But as the years go on, the good memories fade away while the bad ones continue to stand out. 46 more words
Day two, gastric agony. Thank you, anxiety. I do wish the sages would explain to me how to “buck up” when your own stomach is rioting, causing you pain, and dictating how far you can get from a bathroom. 654 more words
My son started doing puzzles at a very young age. Complicated puzzles. When he was three-years-old he could put together between 24-48 piece floor puzzles. When he was four-years-old he could do 100 piece table puzzles. 1,068 more words