Mental Health
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I am so exhausted I want to lay down and sleep for an eternity. But I know one I get there my mind will toss and turn inside my skull keeping me awake. Oh. Hello there, depression. Anxiety is here too, how fantastic. I thought I had tucked you neatly back into the corners
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“There is not some exquisite beauty, without some strangeness on the proportion.” – Edgar Allan Poe I always found it odd, call it poetic justice if you will, when a literary quote you’ve carried with you for so long finally clicks into place in your life. I could spin you a tale of my life
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The words stick in my throat. Heavy. Feeling foreign even though I utter them so freely, so frequently, so loosely daily to many of those who pass by in my life. Fear lingers around every syllable. Fear that saying it makes it real. Fear that they’ll be the next weapon of choice in the never
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Don’t think with your heart, they tell me, you’ll just end up getting hurt. How, I wonder, am I to think with anything else? What sense is there to be made of the way your hand fits into mine? How am I to make sense of the way your eyes catch mine and I try
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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
I Would Rather Be In Bed 