I don’t want my writing ability to take away from the message that I am trying to put out there.
She was my first real crush and I never thought much if it. I loved her friendship and I adored her as a person, both inside and out. I thought about her all the time, I embraced the smiles she bestowed on me and I just felt all warm and fuzzy.
Shopping for someone who you know is suffering from mental illness, can be really hard.
You only want to show the person you love, that you support them, you want to put a smile on their face. But of course, like any gift, there is the risk you may upset them or the present will just end up in the back of the cupboard for the next year.
Volunteering was probably one of the most unappealing things that I could think of growing up. I never understood why you would sacrifice your time, your actual life, for free? Surely there was no benefit? Even the experience didn’t appeal to me, it just sounded like when a salesman tries