anxiety
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I want to start this off by saying—loud and proud—I am a BIG believer in mental health treatment, medication, therapy, Reiki, moon water, yelling into the void… whatever it takes to feel okay again when you’re not. That said, this is not a post about bashing meds. This is a post about finding the right
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So, it’s Nurses Week. You know what that means. Time for a heartfelt email from leadership about how we’re the “backbone of healthcare” and maybe—just maybe—a leftover bagel in the breakroom if you get there early enough. If you’re lucky, there’s a gift. A pen, perhaps. Nothing says “we value you” like a plastic writing
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I wonder if you know how much love it took to hate you this much. Hate doesn’t come from nothing. It’s not born in a vacuum, not a sudden gust of wind that sweeps through and rearranges everything overnight. No, it’s built—layer by layer, moment by moment, lie by lie. Hate is love that stayed
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I stare at a blank screen so long and so often these days that I wonder if there are any words left inside of me. I’ve tried cultivating this new me attitude and thoughts, but something still weighs me down. I have everything a normal human could need or want and still something is missing
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Its strange, where insight sometimes comes from. I did something silly, so innocuous, I got up from the chair I was sitting in as I ate my lunch and threw my phone in my scrub jacket pocket as I always do…but in my left pocket instead of my right. The weight is the same no
I Would Rather Be In Bed 