And You Love All My Dark

Ending a relationship is always hard. There are so many fears of the unknown and unanswered questions, and not to mention the hurt feelings. The relationship between the two of you isn't the only one that ends, either. You lose your relationship with his family, his friends, and even his dog. I think that's what makes things even harder. It seems like I've been wrapped around his finger for such a long time, that I've almost lost who I am on my own. It's impossible to pour from an empty cup, and that's just what I've been doing for the last year and a half. I love this guy, or at least the idea of him. I know it's going to take my heart some time before it will be able to love again. I know I need to make time for myself, so I can learn about my own wants and needs. I've been living in a dream where I thought I was the best a guy could get and that I deserved the world on a silver platter. Though that may be true in some instances, there will alw...

My very first blog post.. This reminds me of writing in my diary when I was younger (which I was terrible at). I honestly don’t even know where to begin, so I guess I’ll start with the beginning. I should warn you, I’m not afraid to get deep, and I won’t hold back or sugar coat anything I write here. I created this blog to help me cope with my anxiety and depression. Who knows, it could even help others cope with theirs as well. It sounds so cliché as I’m typing this, but I never thought I would be diagnosed with the D word. Although it runs in my family, I thought I was immune to the monstrous creature. I had a happy childhood, for the most part. I grew up surrounded by a loving family who bent over backwards time and time again to make sure I never had to go without. They say that hindsight is always 20/20. Today, I can attest to that fact.  I had a shitty childhood. My father was an alcoholic. My mother had Multiple Sclerosis and she went crazy. My family was poor. I wore...