Mental illness
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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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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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sometimes my heart bleeds…and i don’t know why sometimes my chest aches…and i don’t know why sometimes my head hurts…and i don’t know why sometimes my soul is filled up to the brim with heaviness…and i don’t know why sometimes i want to run outside and scream at the top of my lungs in anger
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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
I Would Rather Be In Bed 