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“Dear Younger Me..”
How would a conversation go with the younger version of me? What would I tell myself? What would I keep from myself? I would definitely tell myself to be more cautious with my heart, but not so cautious that I miss out on the joys of life and people. I would tell myself that I’m…
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Depression/ Anxiety..
Originally, my Title… was gonna be “Tomorrow..” But today is a rough one. I attribute it to my circumstances, my exhaustion, my lack of wanting to go back to my ass of a job… and simply mental health shit. I’ve been labeled as bi polar, as I’ve mentioned previously, if you actually read all of…
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Today…
To say I’m exhausted is an understatement. Mentally and physically drained. Getting in your own way, or tripping over your own feet, is not a fun game. But, it was brought to my attention today that this is what I’m completely successful at doing. I suppose I knew that, but for a licensed therapist to…
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Impusle Control…
This subject has literally been on my mind all night. So much so, that I couldn’t sleep well. Something I struggle with is impulse control. It comes in many forms. It comes in the form of buying stuff before I think it through. It comes in the form of doing something for someone else that…
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Anxiety..
My anxiety is on 100 today. Don’t get me wrong, its been on 99 for the last month, and 90 for a couple months before that. But it’s definitely at 100 today. You know that feeling where your chest is tight, your heart and mind are racing so fast they can’t keep up with each…
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Hurting People Hurt People…
All day, two things have been stuck in my head. (Well, three if you count the Mambo number 5 song.) “Hurting people hurt people.” and “Broken glass cuts.” I know because I am a hurting person who occasionally hurts people, especially people I love. I am also broken glass, and I cut. Why? I don’t…
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Life is hard…
I heard once in a meeting, “Life is hard, if you let it be.” I lived by that quote, up until recently. Life is just fucking hard sometimes.
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