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1,875.
You cannot see a broken spirit even though it’s there. 1875 sleepless nights, afraid to wake up to the heinous way of life I was ordered to become accustomed. I am not good at a lot of things, one of them being taking orders. So I cried, and I cried the tears finally subsided and…
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Half Past Four; the explanation..
I’ve yet to identify “this,”whatever has taken over.It’s officially set up shop.Where the profound grief had been held,held for far too long.Debilitating,Consuming;Grief; the heinous kind that makes you frail and weak. My life,seemingly broken beyond repair.The other day at half-past four.The frail was gracious enough to take the subtle hints, and leave on its fruition.The…
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You know that song?
“I think I’ll go for a walk outside nowThe summer sun’s callin’ my name(I hear ya now)I just can’t stay inside all dayI’ve gotta get out, get me some of those rays” Mick Abrahams wrote it. And “The Brady Bunch” sang it. I attached the song for your listening pleasure, because no matter how hard…
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She held her breath and jumped…
Whatever doesn’t kill me, had better start running. Any arbitrary turn along the way, I would be elsewhere. I would be different.They made the train tracks, through the steepest part of the Alps, before there was a train that could make the journey. They built them anyway. They knew, one day the train would come.I…
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Please understand, It took years for me to get this fucked up. I wish everyone success in getting help. Mental illness does not discriminate. I’m here to start a conversation. The subject matter I write about in my Blog is based upon personal life journeys that led me to offer insight to those who suffer…
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My favorite writer.
“No light goes out until it goes out. Let’s fight as men, not rats. Period.” Charles Bukowski
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It’s still there.
You cannot see a broken spirit even though it’s there. 1875 days On average a woman in the United States will cry 30 to 67 times per year I have cried; 1875 days That is five years 2,700,000 hours I am stuck in 2015 and I cannot get off the bathroom floor. I’m so sorry…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound.
She held her breath and jumped. My personal blog.
