Feeding the Demons
I have a disease. I say those words often; not because I am looking for sympathy or pity but because …
I have a disease. I say those words often; not because I am looking for sympathy or pity but because …
It is my son’s birthday, so despite the fact that I am so tired my eyes ache, I am sitting …
My husband came home last night and asked me what made me vulnerable. He had gone to see a therapist …
I have seen my mother for the last couple of decades. I have watched my mother through the eyes of …
My husband often accuses me of wanting or needing to have an affair. On one hand, I understand where he …