anxiety
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Fear It’s funny, I’ve had this one word sitting on a page for days now. Thinking about it. Considering it. Looking at it. I had every intention of making this post and expounding upon how I’ve faced so many of my fears and how very few fears I truly have left in this life. Driving
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It’s quite an epidemic it seems, among poets and writers alike, that those who speak of mental illness the most find the universe to an inexhaustible source of inspiration. I myself find it a fascinating and never tiring source of hope and quiet peace in a lot of ways. I found myself wondering what about
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I was not a girl made of subtlety. I was built of grand gestures and strong will. I cross lines and speak my mind entirely too much for my own good. When I am angry the Lord himself can feel my rage and I make no apology for the way I bleed when I’ve been
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It’s funny isn’t it? We all spend all day keeping ourselves busy under the guise of having it all together. At night, we collapse into bed and wonder how much more we have to get done before we feel like we have made it somewhere. Exhaustion is a prevalent theme that seems to be never
I Would Rather Be In Bed 