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So I have been exploring this site… and have realized no one would watch or read what I have written because it’s boring. I even bore myself, it’s fine it makes me laugh. But who honestly would read or watch the rambling. That’s not why I do it, it’s purely for me. I also noticed…
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I felt this was important to share – in case anyone is watching. Panic attacks are common, as are intrusive thoughts. My PTSD can disrupt my sleep, but this was different. I was wide awake and freaking out watching it all. The thoughts were excruciating, and the shame overwhelming. Sufficating and utter fear. I think it’s…
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Let’s give it a go. I have a LOT of questions for myself.
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And a big red sick clown nose … I am so over this.
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You see these tears, and think me pathetic, call me weak. These tears are not formed from pity, not filled with sadness, not a sign of defeat. These tears were born from frustration, filled with fury, a sign of determination. I dare you, call me weak again, and these downcast eyes of mine will rise…
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We are going to get it back .. not try,.. do. but it’s hard. To go back to lazy and sorry for self, lost and not even seeking anymore, Yes, I was sick and I couldn’t go to the gym, but I didn’t have to fall off everything. Because I had promised myself and I…
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Distorted Clarity 