I fucked up. I made the one mistake so many people do, and if I could go back and stop myself–I would. What did I do you ask? I opened up to someone I, at the time, trusted. I showed them a glimpse of my darkness and they spat it back in my face.
It was an accident, but accidents can still hurt.
Last weekend, at a Frat Party, my friend got drunk–not unusual for her mind you. But this time she decided to pull a mutual friend aside and tell her about me and my fucked up head. She told her about everything–my diagnosis of anxiety […]