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Lately, I’ve been struggling a lot with what it means to be a woman. I lay awake at night and I think, “How did I get here?” I ask myself if this is what it feels like to be a real adult. I wonder if there are other women, in other beds, unable to sleep, [...]
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In the genre of “things you don’t talk about at dinner parties,” mental health issues rank higher than politics, sex, and religion. But why? Why do we shy away from discussing the difficult things? Particularly when the difficult things, the things that make us the most real, are usually also the things that make us [...]
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Here’s a fun fact about me. Actually no, it’s not as much fun as it is horrifying, but it’s a fact nonetheless so I’m just going to roll with it. Fact: I’ve never been on a real date. I know right? Because being in your 20s in 2009 means growing up in the land of [...]
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In your 20s, I think it’s pretty safe to make the generalizing statement that no matter who you are, things are often overwhelmingly confusing, and stressful, and that there is a lot of needing to talk oneself down from the crazy ledge on an all too constant basis. I know that I’m about as deep [...]
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When you haven’t been through a rough break up in a while, you forget how soul shattering it really is. Until someone you care about gets thrown into the depths of it, and then all of those forgotten memories tumble out. You immediately hear your past pain echoing in their questions. You remember frantically asking [...]
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