The razor-sharp accusation in his voice cut deep, “You’re pressuring me.” Mental illness, trauma, and lingering habits mock my optimism and resilience. I blink away hot tears that cloud my vision before the ache in my heart spills down my face. “It’s not...
Many years ago a Far Side cartoon featured a small dog and it’s owner. The words in the bubble read, “Blah, blah, blah, Minnie.” Like Minnie’s owner, I’m certain my words–though spoken–are often unheard. I imagine it...