depression
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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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Strong Women Carry Baggage (And Mine Has a Broken Wheel and a Body Count) There’s this myth about strong women, like we’re forged from steel and bad decisions, impervious to things like heartbreak, regret, or the soul-crushing weight of our own overthinking. That we walk away from love like it was a slight inconvenience, shake
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Strange sensations of pain and weightlessness fill my chest these days. Regret. Relief. Strange puzzle pieces fitting together in ways I don’t yet understand but have to keep together as a seeming forcefield against the past. It’s strange to let go of a dream when you’ve been told your whole life to chase your dreams
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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
I Would Rather Be In Bed 