giving up
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In therapy on Monday, I said to my therapist, “I’m done! I’m done.” And that was immediately followed by the expression, “I don’t even know what that means, because I am not going to kill myself, so I don’t know what I am done with, per se, or what I am quitting, exactly.” I’m relatively
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There are days that hope cannot come from within. The spirit of the wounded gives up sometimes, whether it is desired or no. I’m trying to find a way to inspire that spirit and enter the fray once more. But I haven’t found it today. I think it might need to come from elsewhere. I
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