Tag: mental health
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I’ve been on both sides of body shaming. When I was bigger, people said I should lose weight.Now that I have, they say I’ve gone too far. Funny how no one ever stops to ask how I feel—they just measure their comfort against my body and call it concern. The Familiar Voice of “Concern” It’s…
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The One Where I Finally Stopped Settling for “Good Enough” Dave still says therapy doesn’t work for him.But here’s the thing — therapy works. He just hasn’t found the right therapist. And honestly? It took me years—and seven therapists—to find mine. The first one talked more than I did.The second gave me whiplash — one…
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When Sleeplessness Isn’t Mania — It’s the Weight of Everything Anybody who knows me knows I don’t do all-nighters.Jamie used to make fun of me for it — no matter what we were doing, I’d hit my wall by 2AM like clockwork. My brain would just…power down. So when I stayed awake for nearly a…
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When Survival Mode Becomes the Default During a therapy session, I was telling my therapist all the things I’ve been doing to make sure the girls feel safe and secure through all this chaos—because, as always, they’re my #1 priority. She took a pause, then asked:“But how are you holding up?” And I froze. Because…
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The Excuses That Keep Everyone Stuck There’s this phrase people love to hide behind: “When I ___, then I’ll be happy.”It sounds harmless — hopeful, even. But when you zoom out, it’s really just an excuse. I’ve lived surrounded by it. Ex-husband:“When I get a permanent position, we can have a baby.”He gets one.“When we…
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Cracks in the Same Glass Some people fall apart over things you’ve survived a hundred times.That doesn’t make them weak.It makes them human. We all have different emotional thresholds—different “maximum load” signs hanging somewhere deep inside us, whether we know it or not. What barely phases one person might wreck another.What destroys you might roll…
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The Illusion of Shared Memory It’s wild how two people can live through the same exact moment and walk away holding completely different stories.Like some emotional Choose Your Own Adventure—except nobody’s choosing, and everyone’s crying by chapter three. We assume shared experience means shared understanding.But it doesn’t.It just means we stood in the same storm…
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The Town That Still Knows My Name I live in a ghost town. Not the kind with boarded windows and dust in the corners, but one haunted by memory. Every street, every cracked sidewalk, every flickering porch light carries a version of me I didn’t mean to leave behind.The memories hit hard and without my…