My name is Melissa, or you can call me M. I write stuff. All kinds of stuff. Essays, rants, short stories, poetry… a little bit of everything.
I’m not yet thirty and a mother of three. I work in the glamorous, cutting edge industry of professional cleaning, but I’ve been trained in radio and massage therapist, and I had just made it on the dean’s list when I had to withdraw from liberal arts college. This blog pretty much chronicles the chaotic journey of making it through life with a severe mental illness and a fondness for self-destructive behaviors. Stay tuned for updates.
A cute kitten for no reason.