Mental Health
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I wish you knew what it was like to be inside my skin. I wish I could begin to explain it to you. It’s not fair to say that I come with a label that asks you to handle me gently. This mind and body is filled with so many cracks and bruises, it’s liable
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Life, it really gets in the way of so many things. I’ve spent weeks curled up in the stress of every day nonsense that now, sitting here quiet for just a few minutes listening to the birds chirp outside, with the sun shining brightly, I realize how long it’s been since I just sat down.
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It’s difficult being the girl who wants to make sure the world knows she “has it all together”. It’s exhausting. From the moment the alarm goes off in the morning until the creeping way too late hours of the night she pushes past breaking points and meltdowns for the sake of…who knows anymore. The girls
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My mind feels worn and stretched, like it’s pulled too tight across the hollow of a drum. Inside the hollow my mind rattles uselessly, creating a useless amount of noise that amounts to nothing. Gets me nowhere. Solves no problems. Just useless, ceaseless, noise. I’m tired. I just want to go to sleep. I want
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There’s a moment when it all settles in. When the dust clears and the demons quiet again. Your soul reaches a place of peace. I thread my fingers through the threads of my life and there are some snags here and there but in the grand scheme of things they are minute and matter very
I Would Rather Be In Bed 