self-care
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It’s been difficult to write. That’s not entirely true. It’s been difficult to write something that doesn’t sound like suicidal ideation blended with complaint and condemnation and a little bit of protein powder to make an “I fucking hate everything and everyone and can’t remember why I keep trying at life smoothie”. And I am
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The last few days I haven’t been able to keep control of my letters. They keep switching up and making the words I mean to write a jumbled mess. And this is not figurative in any way. I’m seriously dyslexic of late. It isn’t a major issue, since we have these lovely computer checks of
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I think that this title is somewhat of a “dirty” word. Most of us think of it in terms of restrictions and frustrations and defeats. I know that is how I often view dieting. This is also a somewhat new concern for me. I am one of those people who was born fit and stayed
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I am scheduled for a mammogram later today. I’ve spent about the last 2 hours debating with myself about whether I do or do not wish to reschedule that appointment. I can make it. But I don’t want to worry about it. But I feel well enough. No, I don’t feel well. But I could
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