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She showed up one night in November;
“She’s my person. If I murdered someone, she’s the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. She’s my person”. I was dead I thought, I was for sure I’d flatlined. A few simple words that saved my life. “Get in the car, You’re leaving.” She is the reason…
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Relationship Recovery;
AND IF YOU’VE NEVER FELT YOUR SOUL BEING TORN APART, YOU’VE NEVER LOVED ANYONE WITH YOUR WHOLE HEART. And just like that, I lost my way.
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Lucid moments..
I have these lucid moments and they scare me. Because when I’m lucid that’s when I see my potential and I feel it in my body but I know the feeling is fleeting because I will get sucked in, the pull of my back pants pockets and the pop into my world of dissociation. I…
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Leasing dumpsters to elephants.
There’s a gargantuan dumpster that is housing the big white circus elephant I’ve been ignoring for 7 months. It has grown so large I literally got another apartment so I didn’t have to acknowledge it. But, that big dumpster that houses the white elephant is only 25 miles away from where I plug my ears…
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I know you’re not;
I know you’re not strong enough to survive what you have put me through. Someday you’ll miss me like I missed you. Someday you’ll cry for me like I cried for you. Someday you’ll want me back like I wanted you. Someday you’ll understand why you broke my heart when I didn’t. Someday you’ll understand…
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Forgive myself.
What could you do more of? I could do with less self-doubt, learn to love and forgive myself more. And stop shadowboxing everyone who’s been trying to save my life. I can do more living, all the way. Have more fun, and forget some bedtimes. Make less money. Forgive myself, say “I forgive you.’ AND…
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What’s the best way to compare writing styles?
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I can only imagine,
I imagine what it feels like to be inside of your head. I imagine what it feels like To feel that feeling of awkward when someone says something in public that normative Society dictates never should be said. I imagine what it feels like to wake up and not be mentally ill, to feel what…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound.
She held her breath and jumped. My personal blog.
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound. 