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You know that feature on Facebook where it brings up memories from previous years?
Well, it dug up this photo of me, from August 2013.
I took one look at it and remembered. 87967
…we all need play – children and grown ups alike. It is an integral part to our whole selves – to enjoy, to discover, be creative and process life.
Someone said that grief is more or less when you have love to give to someone but they’re not there to receive it.
I am 33, yes but I still have sleep terrors. The kind of sleep terrors that shove you unexpectedly into fight or flight mode, leaving you filled with sheer dread. It is a kind of terror I can only try to describe. But you never forget it. even if you’ve not idea what you’re terrified of.
despite the stigma and whatever challenges remain, I have never felt stronger or more hopeful. And it is because now I know I am not alone.
by ending the stigma, we will make it safe for people to talk about it. And talking could very well be the first step to saving a life.
I have actively tried, very hard to plod on. I have found happy moments, and I now see so much more of the beauty in the world.
You will get tired of being sick. That’s ok. Totally ok. Own it. Take time. Rest. And get back to work.
…every day I decide to live, another person, someone, chooses to die. Their struggle is my struggle, but they have now gone while I still have a chance…