Dear Millennials

My hope for you is this...

Do WTF feels good!

4get being misunderstood.

Smile, Cry, Fuck the rest!

Love, Hurt, Live ya best!

Don’t waste your youth.

Just live your truth!

Move and speak with love,

All will be taken care of.

-NivaDiva

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Living with BP1, PTSD, ADHD, and RA.

I'm about to be fucking honest with myself. No sugar coating my shit, just telling it like it is, right now. I know I say I'm going to do this and that, and then I do diddly shit. Not a damn thing. My ADHD has been fucking with me. I've been so drained with all the projects, and none of them are complete. I'm trying not to be so hard on myself,f but fuck, I hate this. Hate me. Ready to beat the shit out of myself cause I can't understand how or why I am the way I am. I'm definitely at war with myself. Again. Big sigh, small shrug. Back at one. I have highs and lows. Not just like any average person. My highs are like a wired Energizer Bunny that never rests. My lows are so fucking low, it's almost tempting to end it all. Some days I miss my highs. I get a lot done during my highs and jack shit during my lows. In my highs, I get up, dress up, and fuck shit up. Completing one task after another. The weight just melts right off my body. It's like I wan...

First Time

One summer night, my cousin had given me her sports car to borrow for the night. It was a warm breezy Sunday evening. I took my new crush for a ride. We ended up in a park, making out heavily. The most embarrassing part of the night was getting caught by a police officer with my dress unzipped while sitting on his lap in the passenger seat. I was a minor and he was not. I went to court for breaking curfew while he was charged for messing with me. It didn't stop there for us. I loved making out but was still a virgin and we were an on-and-off-again thing. Dad had just passed and we laid him to rest. I was 15 years old with a massive new crush on this guy who was older than me. Nothing new, I always loved older guys. They weren't as dull or immature as the dudes my age. It was definitely a rebound crush, as my ex-boyfriend, now my husband, had broken up with me. I was in pieces. Devastated. Mourning my father and my previou...

First Violation

It was a normal day like any other, both parents had to work and the three of us were being dropped off at the babysitter. I didn’t like to go but as the oldest, I knew it was where Mom and Dad had to take us, so they could get to work. I’ll never forget how impatient, rude, and mean this babysitter was. It didn’t help that her child was just as mean. It felt as if we weren’t supposed to be there, as though we were such a burden, or as if we were the uninvited guest to a dinner party. I kept quiet and just observed the flow of their apartment and their family. I’ll never forget the kindness of her husband. I remember him always calming his wife down, every time she would start to make a fuss about watching us. It used to confuse me and make me cry. I couldn’t understand what my brothers and I ever did to upset this woman. I would try to make sure I cleaned up after myself and my brothers. She adored my baby brother. He was a handsome baby...

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