struggle
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I arrived home from a visit to my home town and found a little package from an organization called Find Your Anchor. It was the most beautiful little package. I am in love with it. This little blue box is filled with reminders of what there is to live for, and why I am a
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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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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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I feel like shit. I could probably end there, and just let that be my post for the day. But I keep putting “write” on the schedule that I don’t follow. I’d kind of like to cross that off my list. So, I feel like shit. And that isn’t a new thing at all. Which
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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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I wish that I had the energy and the time and the emotional strength to write and post something meaningful here today. I don’t. I offer my apologies. There are some times when there is too much to say and no positive way to say it. There are some days when life is too overwhelming
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