I wrote a letter to my younger self and it was cathartic af

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I originally published this on my SFW blog last Fall, but didn’t realize I hadn’t shared it here as well. CW: contains mentions of depression and suicide   Depression is notorious for killing your motivation and creativity, so a few weeks...

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That fucking blanket

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Having a mental illness is often a lonely feeling. In my experience, depression, anxiety and PTSD, whether separately, or some magical bullshit combines them together into a cocktail of distinct and almost comforting isolation. I struggle with this because I find...

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A fundamental fear of happiness

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I started the day like most Thursdays, excited because it was date night and a little anxious but eager to go to therapy. As I was getting my medication out for the day, I realized I wasn’t dying to get...

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Notes on a Naughty November

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Our November was quite possibly the sexiest month we have ever had (other than us all getting sick!) A lot of really exciting things happened: 🖤 November was our first full month writing on our blog! (Started mid-October) 🖤My fiance,...

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We don’t do magic when we are sick

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This morning I was reading Kisungura’s newest blog post while I was sitting in my car waiting on my therapy appointment. She wrote: It’s also, however, about lack of opportunity for the same level of connection since we’ve been home and...

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The discomfort of confession

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I was way more in touch with my pussy than I was with my emotions when we began, so we started there. Beginning with the physical vulnerability, which I found easier, inevitably helped break through years of emotional walls and...

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