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So, I want to know your most life changing memory, I don't care about what it is! It can be the moment you got married, the moment you first shit your pants, and anything in-between! (p.s I hope you didn't ever shit your pants, but it happens.) Mine was September 3rd 2016, it was the…

Last night, while mindlessly scrolling through my facebook feed I come across a local video gaining publicity. The video is of a woman, possibly overdosed in a car. The man taping her is violently shaking her, her neck bending back and forth while screaming "wake up you junkie fuck", and complain...

Truthfully speaking, I've spent plenty time thinking about the days that lead up to my arrest in September 2016, that lead to the beginning of my adult life. The other part of this, is I've spent a long time thinking that was where my story ended, but that's just the beginning. I've been very con...

Heres my story to share, I wrote this on my phone so the grammar isnt great. Eight years ago i was a smart, spoiled highschooler going through a typical breakup. While trying to feel better i met a guy addicted to opiates. We began seeing eachother and i began doing opiates regularly. I continued...

Heres a quick back story. I am a recovering heroin addict. I once faced a life full of drugs, abuse, job losses and institutionalization and incarceration. Lost almost everything, went through the legal system, went through rehabilitation, graduated treatment court and nursing school. I am now an...

Reading comprehension was never one of my strong suites in elementary level. I specifically remember in 5th grade having to sit inside during recess because I had failed to grasp any main concepts in the novel the class was reading. My point being that I'm going to attempt to sum my entire 25 yea...

I don't know what I would do if I saw him again. I know it's a possibility, a remote one, but nothing's impossible. All it would take is him being deployed, and he could wind up here, and with my luck I'd bump in to him. Would I say anything? Would I be able? Would…

So... It never goes away. It’s always on my mind, it’s like a video that replays in my head constantly. A never-ending reminder, triggered by the least little thing, and just when I start to think I’m getting it under control then *BAM* it leaps out and grabs hold of me again, dragging me back&he...

You wrote this yesterday, in the morning, and then at lunchtime you had a full ball panic attack at college, in front of people. The shame you felt, are still feeling will break before you come back next week, it's just the humiliation of  showing your vulnerability and weakness in front of other...

So...   All the pieces of me that are out of reach remain inside, they're just encased in the entrails of what happened, and I don't seem to be able to free them. if anything the constraints are getting tighter.   So, what's left? Who was I before all this happened? I always had issues....