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Wednesday, August 27, 2014
night time is my time for just reminiscing. regretting instead of forgetting with somebody else.
One time, I took more pills than I can remember and accepted I’d be dead within the hour. Don’t ever call me weak.
really hard to say goodbye to my counselor and my beloved GP
the fallout of grief and trauma
this blog is half diary, half confessional prose...a way to document my mind and what the term ‘recovery’ looks like to me. formerly ‘the little blog of happiness’ ♥
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