reflection
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I’m so sick of seeing people cheer for human suffering. For pain. For death. Behind your little screens and keyboards, you sit in comfort, laughing and clapping as if someone else’s devastation is entertainment. Just what you voted for, right? Sigh. I’ve been an ER nurse for 16 years. I have held more hands than
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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
I Would Rather Be In Bed 