No one has ever died of Autism. Ever. Because it isn’t a disease.
I know I might not seem like the type to even be at the nail shop, but it’s become a luxury that I allow myself. Having my nails done, smooth and shiny is one thing I am doing for myself. Call it self-care.
For Alijah. I miss you every day.
"I'm gonna do it this time. I'll rest, I promise. No, for real. I'm serious. I am. I'm resting right now. Yes, I'll come back. Yes, really."
"I was terrified that it was my time to go be with Jesus." "I was ready, but not really, you know."
"You may be doing okay, and then the rug gets pulled out from underneath you. It’s important to recognize when something is feeling off with your mental health."
"I know, as an internet denizen, I'm supposed to put on the happy face and tell folks that everything is always roses and cherry blossoms with me." "I can't live that lie."
"Remember when Apple was Thee Hot (girl) Autumn flavor, Apple Cinnamon if you nasty? What happened to her?"
"While I was in her business after one of our sessions, I noticed a couple of words that I had never applied to myself."
You know better, so do better. How many times do we have to go through this, Sis? It's me. I'm Sis.
