The dreaded math homework: Cue the sweats, the expanding pit in the stomach, the preemptive anxiety attack, and the knowledge that one or both of you will be crying soon.
Author: Rachel Trimble
I have been holding my friend to an unattainable standard of perfection based on the role she plays in my life.
After exhausting all other options, my doctor suggested a script. When he said the name of that dreaded narcotic painkiller, I almost puked on the floor of his office.
Upon entering recovery, it was suggested that I lean on other women for hope and guidance. I remember thinking that there was no way I could ever trust women. I thought hated women.
I am in recovery, and I use marijuana. ….