You hear the word cockroach and cringe, but in 2019 when my therapist called me a cockroach it hit me in a totally different way. Her exact words were “you’re a cockroach, you survive the unsurvivable”. That statement describes me in a nutshell.

Between the damage I did to myself and the amount life has shit on me it’s a miracle I am still kicking. The time I spent in the troubled teen industry really gave my already low self esteem the final push into developing a sense of humor that is solely based on insulting myself. When you insult me it doesn’t compare to what I say myself. Unhealthy coping skill but it’s been a survival tactic. Like a cockroach I adapt when poisoned.

5 diseases haven’t killed me, heck liver failure didn’t take me out and neither did years of heavy opioid abuse. And just like those creepy roaches, despite people wishing I was dead I’m still here👌🏻

Change is uncomfortable but in the words of Pat the Bunny “the word for not changing is death”