Cutting breaks through my numbness, but only opens more wounds.
Depression, self-harm, bullying....that's my reality.
Sex and guys....that's my escape.
The space between the truth and lies is blurred leaving me torn, lost and confused. And while the monsters that live in my head try to beat me-- the two men that I love try to save me.
This is my story of friendship, heartache, and the grueling journey that is mental-illness.
Sometimes you have to get lost in order to be found…
What is your favourite Christmas Memory?
Getting a super cool Pink Huffy Bike with streamers on the handle bars!
Best Gift you have received?
Best Gift you have given?
Do you have any Christmas Horror Stories?
Not that I can recall.
Any Christmas traditions?
We go to midnight mass every Christmas eve.
Favourite Christmas movie?
Where is the Elf on a shelf?
Favourite Christmas food?
This or That :
Angels or Elves?
Snow flurries or Ice storms?
Egg Nogg or Cocoa
Fuzzy Socks or Slippers?
Naughty or Nice?
A little of both
White lights or Multi-coloured?
Real or Fake?
Garland or Tinsel?
Hot or Cold?
Chocolate chip or Sugar?
Star or Angel?
Skies or Snowboard?
Peppermint or Rainbow?
Curves or Straight?