Twelve years ago, I tried ending my life. I was in a deep, dark place. No one could talk me out of it because no one knew. I didn’t look for help because I didn’t want it. I had been dating BFam less than a year and was almost positive this would send him over the edge. I wouldn’t drink because my father was an alcoholic and I saw what it did to him, but I smoked until I couldn’t feel my lungs anymore. Anything to destroy myself made me …

For a recession-filled holiday, I’d say my girls did pretty well this season. Unfortunately, buying gifts amid troubling financial times is not breaking new ground in the cycle of poorness. It was just announced to the world we were officially in a recession. That’s old news here.
The economy is affecting everyone. But for my house, that only means poor people are getting poorer. Christmas time is the one time I miss most about being a kid. You’re oblivious to all this recession and bad economy talk. Being an adult means …

I had something profound to post but completely lost my train of thought after seeing this.
I’m sure it wasn’t that important anyway. Now excuse me while I sob into a bath towel.

When I was a kid, my mother and father split up. There were various reasons behind the split (as there often are), but I wasn’t terribly affected as most stereotypes would point to being the case with children of divorced parents. I knew my family loved me. I knew my mother and father couldn’t be together. I knew they were better off apart. This sounds like great wisdom and empathy acquired from long visits to the couch of a shrink, but these are all things I was told I’d shown …