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Pieces of me

Inspiration for those who warrior on

woman looking at sea while sitting on beach

Anxiety floods my brain, washing out all calm, peace, and motivation. Depression weighs me down like a blanket. Stress tucks it in around me. My bed becomes a comforting prison. Guilt proves an impotent weapon. The resulting exhaustion pushes the snowballing further along. Advertisements

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September 24, 2018

Recovery is a dance between old habits and new intentions. Choose which leads wisely.

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