I Tried Getting My Dad To Buy

I Needed A Break... From Myself.

If My Love Were An Ocean, There Would Be No More Land. If My Love Were A Desert, You Would See Only Sand. If My Love Were A Star- Late At Night, Only Light. And If My Love Could Grow Wings, I'd Be Soaring In Flight.

A Lot Of Authors See Their Book Being Banned Or Challenged As A Badge Of Honor. But For Me, It's Nothing But Frustrating And Upsetting. I Hear From Readers That My Work Encouraged Them To Ask For Help Or Reach Out To Someone About The Situation They're In. When You Hear Stories Like That On A Daily Basis And Then Hear Adults Call For Your Work To Be Banned, It's Proof Of Why The Stigma Around These Issues Is So Dangerous.

Josh Turns To Me. “i Can’t Believe She’s Writing These Things.” “not She,” I Say. “me.” “why Would Anyone Say This Stuff About Themselves On The Internet? It’s Crazy!” “exactly,” I Say. “i’m Going To Be Mentally Ill In Fifteen Years, And That’s Why My Husband Doesn’t Want To Be Around Me.

And As I Stood There In The Hallway―alone―trying To Understand What Had Just Happened And Why, I Realized The Truth: I Wasn't Worth An Explanation―not Even A Reaction. Not In Your Eyes.