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I feel like someone with a big combat boot kicked me in the gut and left the boot in there. And it feels like someone is sitting on my chest. The weight is keeping me down, down, down…
I don’t know why. I have no idea. So many good things in my life. So many good friends here at PC. A good T. A good mental health clinic. A supportive mom.
I am about to start a volunteer job. It has taken me a whole year to get to the point, to be stable enough to have a volunteer job.
But I am so depressed.
It HURTS.
I want it to go away.
But I feel USELESS in making it go.
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I love your faults because they are part of you and I love you. --my BFF
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