I once had someone tell me that I am afraid of healing. I’m afraid of treating my depression and dealing with my loss because I think that it’s what connects me to my mother. That may very well have been true for a long while, but not anymore. Continue reading at: HiMeganAshley.com
We are finally settled in Baltimore. Our bedroom set was delivered, just waiting for another dresser and nightstand. My office is functioning and I have all my stuff around me. It feels like me. It feels like home. When we’ve visited here in the past I have always loved it, I just really missed my […]
Before my bipolar 2 diagnosis, I knew something was off. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I was afraid to find out what was going on because at times, I felt magical. I was on top of the world. I never slept. The more I didn’t sleep, the more energy I had. I […]
When I was a little girl I fantasized about being an adult. I thought I’d wear heels every single day. It seemed so glamorous, getting older. I used to decorate my room like a classroom and imagine I was a teacher. At night I’d go to bed and fantasize I was a Hooters server. The […]
this one really gutted me and my memory is so bad, it scares me. But I really wanted to share it in all of its unedited glory. —- they cut my clothes off but i’m not embarrassed or afraid. it’s like i’m going to die anyway so what’s left to lose. i’m actually kind of […]