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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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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Lately, Ashes by Celine Dion has been more than a song to me—it’s practically a lifeline. And as someone who loves to sing, I have to say: this one just hits. Every note, every chord, every aching question she belts out feels like it was written for this exact moment in my life. When I
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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 