Three days ago, I was three words into a sentence. I was cut off by his attitude, yelling and cursing. He did something wrong and I was politely pointing it out. I was not being disrespectful. He most likely had no clue what I was going to say or what I was even talking about because I was only able to say three words. That is how toxic the ( Read more... )

It's true. Since I started journaling, seeing a therapist and stopped drinking alcohol, I've had no outburst. No yelling, no elevated blood pressure, no cursing and no name calling. No attacking ( Read more... )

No matter the country, no matter the state, no matter the city, no matter the activity, no matter the time. The gym, the bars, the clubs, the stores, the resturants, the bathrooms. It's a science. There could be 500 straight men and women in a room. He's right next to the only gay guy in any setting. Gawking. Smiling. Jumping up and down. That ( Read more... )

I started seeing a therapist this week. Three days ago. I made the choice because my 30th birthday is weeks away and I want the next 30 years to be better than the last. It was suggested I journal. It's been seven years since my last post. Anyway, here we are ( Read more... )