My teenage years are broken up into two distinct parts: before cancer and after cancer. Every memory I have automatically falls into a category in relation to my dad’s diagnosis. I got my driver’s license before cancer, and I graduated high school after cancer. I applied to college before cancer, and I got accepted after…
First off, stop going in tanning beds and don't let anyone talk you into getting bangs. Trust me. With that out of the way, here are a few other things to keep in mind as you navigate the insane world of high school, college, and early adulthood.
This post hovers on the line between "vulnerable" and "embarrassing," but that's really never stopped me. #FriendlessLoser
Today, 2.74 years, 1,000 days, or 1,440,000 minutes after I stopped drinking, I’m reflecting on the way things have changed from Day 1 to Day 1000.
Because sometimes sharing the story helps... and names have been changed, because I'm not a monster.