I can write this, because she won’t read it. Mikey might read it, because he reads everything. Lynnie might read it, because she gets it sent to her email…

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I have my first therapy session of the year in an hour. Meighan’s probably going to ask me about my day… To which I’m going to tell her that…

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It was supposed to crush me. All signs pointed towards a complete wreckage. I was tossing and turning and waking up once an hour with a panic attack. I…

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Maybe if I weren’t so aware of my emotions. Or maybe if I had the emotional literacy of a rock. Then it’d be easier to ignore it. I’d have…

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