I just spent time with my family. My smile is fake. My laughter is fake. I’m miserable and am dying inside. I’ve never felt more alone with my feelings than I do right now. I cannot talk to anyone. I can’t even talk to my husband about how depressed I am. This is the worst holiday. I hate it. I wish I could cancel it. I want to run away and run far away.
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"Twenty-five years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope for a destination"
~4 Non Blondes
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