mental health
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Christmas is different this year, With so many friends and family missing from our table. So many stories left untold, Lives left unlived. Things lost that can never be returned. Still we sing Christmas Carols, Wish good tidings, And quietly pray for a better year ahead.
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I’ve always called myself a writer, ever since I started writing little short stories I never finished at 7. I’ve always used writing as an escape, from life, from homework, from friends and family. It’s taken me years (and an SSRI, and ADHD medication) to realize that wasn’t completely healthy. But when I was a