Such a tiny thing, which can seem so very dangerous with CPTSD
Facebook, how you bring all my insecurities to light. I could hate you for that.Or I could embrace you.I’m not sure which. Check back in an hour.
For a long time, the joke around the house was that I was the professional writer. This was based on the fact that I have earned a total of 47 cents with my writing. You might notice I vanished for a few weeks there. I was working on a super-secret ghostwriting project. Bwahaha. I have…