Every January 1st I’m depressed. It’s not only the day hallmarking the onset of the new year, for me- it’s the date commemorating the day my mother passed away in 1993. I haven’t really addressed my underlying sadness during this season directly but, this upcoming year will be the year that I take ownership of my mental machinations. It’s time to heal.
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Sometimes I make myself sick. I get pangs in the pit of my stomach and then my palms sweat and everything seems harder to do. Even my breathing gets labored in those moments. I find myself feeling a mixture of lost and incapable when this happens and I often ache to revert to simpler times. In each of those instances, the cause of the sickness is me. My habits make me sick.
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