When I was really little...

Dad would make plans to come get me...

So I'd get dressed up...

Usually in some frilly dress, white frilly socks and black shiny shoes...

And I'd wait for him...

And wait for him...

And wait for him...

And he'd never show up...

He'd bee too drunk or stoned to have remembered...

And then I'd cry...

I used to be on Xanax for my panic attacks. That was back when I was still on bipolar meds, though. I stopped taking the Trileptal and with it my Xanax prescription ran out ( Read more... )

I learned, somewhere in my high school education, that if you're sad and you force yourself to smile, the act of smiling actually releases endorphins that will make you happier. I've taken that lesson to heart, because smiling is so terribly hard when all you want to do it cry, and recently that's what I've been.

I'm not sure where this horrific ( Read more... )