My mother might have cancer.
I’m torn between the part of me that knows she hasn’t changed, she’s still the monster that has abused and abandoned me in the past, only now she might be filled with cancerous cells. 563 more words
It should come as no surprise that there’s many things not to like about suffering from depression (with a side of an anxiety disorder). Perhaps the most troubling thing – at least for me – is how quickly my brain can switch from calm to calamity. 825 more words