Ironically this holiday season, I’ve been thinking a bit about a time in my life when I lost all sense of celebration. In seventh grade, I attempted to take my own life. My hard times had begun some years earlier, during the summer following fifth...
Our ability to love ourselves and our lives has so much to do with whether we are happy on a routine basis or not. Yet, we tend to get upset and very serious about the things that frustrate us about ourselves and about our lives. We are going to have things...
Everything I’m about to say is cheesy, too-sweet-cotton-candy and otherwise mindless fluff-stuff. At least, that’s what I would have thought back when I was accustomed to living from my unhappy place. The only reason I’m able to even contemplate writing...
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