Remember how I said I most likely wouldn’t be reviewing anymore nonfiction novels? This one piqued my interest and was hard to put down.
It’s National Eating Disorder Awareness Week.
Because I’m someone you know, I’m sharing my own struggle with an eating disorder.
All the ways I wasted away this month. All I have to show for it’s the same stack of books.
This is the story of the catalyst leading to the estrangement between my mom and me.
It was, for better or for worse, the point of no return. Of everything else that transpired between us all, we could have gone back.
We couldn’t after this.
I was compensated for this post. This post also contains affiliate links and I will be compensated if you make a purchase after clicking on my links. My paternal family gets together a lot as much as they can. It’s busier the older everyone gets, and some members can’t get off work. But when this […]
What I’ve been up to since the start of the new year 🤧😤
To kick off my new post series, I share my thoughts on climate change.
The Missing is a psychological thriller told from the perspective of a mother whose mind can’t be trusted.