One Little Ripple Started Today Could Create

Josh Turns To Me. “i Can’t Believe She’s Writing These Things.” “not She,” I Say. “me.” “why Would Anyone Say This Stuff About Themselves On The Internet? It’s Crazy!” “exactly,” I Say. “i’m Going To Be Mentally Ill In Fifteen Years, And That’s Why My Husband Doesn’t Want To Be Around Me.

I Needed A Break... From Myself.

This Was Not A Spurr-of-the-moment Decision. Do Not Take Me For Granted... Again.

Maybe If I Forgot Things Once In A While, We'd All Be A Little Bit Happier.

I Left. When I Should Have Stayed.