emotional abuse

Diary of a self-proclaimed doormat

I was raised in a house where no matter who the adult was, no matter what you thought of them, they were still your superior and were to be respected. To some of the people on my swim team, the fact that I so blindly did whatever my coach asked me to do was seen as a form of brown-nosing, and I was doomed the moment he made me a captain.

Facing my childhood, leaving behind the bottle

I stared into the darkness all night, waiting in a rental car outside a sterile, almost vacant building. Slumped over, restless, I couldn’t even guess what time of night it was, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep.