My name is Candy. 26 years old. Mother of three boys.Vegan. Polyamorous. Bisexual. Married and in another relationship. In recovery for the past year from anorexia nervosa. Currently in outpatient therapy.
It takes enormous efforts not to just give in into all the mental illness I hold in my head. I’m trying to figure out the real me, but maybe the real me is just really sad and paranoid?
I want to meet someone new and be giddy all over again. I’m always going to care for him, and I know that each and every time, I’ll fall for him when he wants me…. But if I could just move on….
If I moved on, he may not want me anymore. What a terrifying idea.