I thought I could do a full work day and cheer practice. I made it to 1:00pm and the brain fog set in, so bad that I needed to leave a little earlier than usual, since right now I’m not doing full days anyway.
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Finding a therapist is often the hardest part about therapy itself. I have been in therapy before I came to NYC. I went a few times in high school. I had my breakthrough about my depression in college and had a great therapist from the school’s therapy center. When I graduated and moved back to my hometown, I had a therapist I didn’t really like. Each of these therapists had journeys to find them. Some more difficult than others.
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I have had this uncomfortable struggle with loving and appreciating my body since I was going through puberty. It’s only been very recent that I’ve learned to love this body. By very recent, I would say probably in the past few months.
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It has taken me a long time to open up about my depression. Even when I decided to write about it, I still put it off for months. I know that this is a generic blog post about mental health, but writing this is cathartic, and I know that by putting this out there, I may be able to help someone else.
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When I lost my virginity, we were midway through sex when I spoke up and said “I don’t think I’m ready to do this.” He stopped. He looked at me. He said “Really? Halfway through? Don’t you think you should have said that earlier?” I didn’t say anything. He kept going. He finished.
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When we hear about drug addicts, it’s in a negative way. We see them as criminals. We see them as dirty. We don’t want to be associated with them. But we don’t see an addict as someone who needs help. We don’t see addiction as a mental illness. But we should.
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When I explain to others that I came from a “broken home,” I do not speak proudly of it. But I should. It means that two people who were together or married or at one time loved each other, separated. That would be my mother and father. They separated bravely. They separated because they knew that the goal in life is to be happy, and they knew they could not achieve that together.
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