For me falling in love is like taking that one last tequila shot at 3 AM. All your friends are doing it and it seems like a really good idea at the time but when it’s over you spend the next 12 hours crying and puking and swearing you’ll never do that again.
I had a few other coping skills at the time that were less innocuous than painting. Even though I was on meds, I was not consistently stable. Self-indulgence was not a new concept for me. I self-soothed with things like food, shopping, and sex. That immediate gratification was comforting. It was like the high I… Read More Slippery Rocks
Grace, Under Fire 