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Carrying more than we say
May is Lupus and Mental Health Awareness Month, and these hold a special place in my heart and life. First, let me just say that although I can’t back this up with data, maybe — just maybe — one of the reasons our collective mental health is sh*tty is because we now live in a world where almost everything is prioritized above humanity. And to be fair, I probably shouldn’t bring the whole world into this. Even though mental illness knows no borders, I’m willing to bet the United States ranks pretty high among countries where mental health struggles, like anxiety and depression, are especially prevalent. To quote the internet,…
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Fall-out: the softest petal in the bush
I watched us talk about others who’d broken up, saying how that would never be us. I thought, how immature is it to stop talking just because it’s over. That is still my thought. Unresolved differences was almost never enough reason in my eye to stop talking to anyone. Even in my emotional unintelligence era — when my ego made me believe I couldn’t relate to erring, when I was quick to jump to conclusions, when I wasn’t able to address my own emotions — I still didn’t know how to erase a long-standing interpersonal relationship. I tried it once or twice, but I didn’t perform too well. I’m awful…
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Intentions so good they seem bad
“You learn something new every day” is not a cliche. It’s far from being it. And guess what? I learned that, not in school, not at home either but through own experiences one casual day. You do learn something new every day. You could have lived half a life without realizing how real everyday actions and popular sayings are until they happen to you. I’ve learned so much this year I should call myself a scholar, but no; still a student of life. Recently I’m learning about good intentions. It is not the simple thing you thought it was. It seems like everything you knew about everything really is just…not…
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What I Thought I Knew
I said people could stay friends after a breakup because I felt it in my heart that it was true. I thought I knew the other sides’ sentiments, but maybe what I thought I knew wasn’t true. When the “Dear” becomes just a “Hi” you’re left wondering why. I thought you couldn’t be hated for no reason. I thought being yourself was the ultimate admission that you love your character and, thus, others would do the same — because rumor has it, no one likes the fake. I thought people could only change for the better and seeing karma bite their asses would be the best feeling ever. Every year…
