By my early-40’s I’d earned a few certificates and degrees, four children, two dogs–and the unenviable position of being diagnosed with several disorders. Anxiety. Depression. PTSD. PMDD. Even a penchant toward dissociation. As a young woman,...
He meant well. They shouldn’t spend much time together. She has a disorder–bipolar. I winced when I heard the words because he didn’t know about us. We understand the stigma…the struggle…the pain swelling on the inside–but still...
