Have you ever wondered that?
Where I go, there is a very sweet lady at the front, but her and I never discuss anything mental health related.
A while ago I was gone for a bit (psych hospitalized), and when I came back I started seeing my T twice a week. I wonder if they somehow just
know or somehow instinctively figure out whats going on...?
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Yes. Jesus is the reason I am still alive today.
Diagnoses:
MDD, BPD, PTSD, OCD, AN-BP
(I don't define myself by my personal alphabet up there, but I put it there so that maybe somebody won't feel so alone
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