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Baby Steps
How im learning to love my mind, I realized once that my thoughts were going to be there if I wanted or not, it wasn’t something I could choose to feel or think, it was just there and I had to deal with it. The days have been better since I started to blog, speak…
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One life, One Chance
About 5 years ago I wrote to one of my heroes, I told him how I was feeling and what I was going through, not thinking that he would reply or even see my message, but he did, and he replied, he opened up to me and told me he understood my fears. He also…
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Why my sisters are my medicine
… And then I found myself awake, screaming, with my sister’s arms around me, holding me tight, telling me I was okay. My sisters are my medicine, because talking with them calms my fears, because they make me laugh when all I do is cry, because they listen to me when I feel like I…
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The next step
I looked for help. I had enough of hiding my feelings for myself and not having anybody to talk to I got tired of losing control of my mind and body I refused to keep fighting this battle alone I decided enough was enough I understood there were others like me I accepted I needed…
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Captive
My mind is eating me alive, I don’t remember the last time I was completely happy for a whole day, I feel captive in my own mind, I can’t escape my thoughts and these make me feel weak, not capable to be okay. I feel like I’m wasting my life, that in any moment i will…
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Being alone in a new country
I still remember the old days when I always had people to hang out with, sometimes I even would have to choose between different people because my social life was so “busy”. I used to go to events every weekend and during the week hang out with friends, always someone there for me, always someone…
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About living.
Imagine waking up every day with fear, knowing it will be another day of battling with your mind, with your thoughts, another day were you will constantly try to calm yourself to prevent a panic attack, because the feeling never disappear or goes away, you just push it back whenever you can. When I was…
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