Around my birthday I often think about why I started this blog.

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Several years ago I went to a therapist (the good one, not the strange, odd and flakey ones I needed to speed date first) not because I felt off but to make sure I was as on as I could be.

If we can walk by plants day after day and not know they are dying, it might be the same of ourselves.

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telling stories

Last night a man said something to me that stopped me in my tracks.

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