Dear Grief;

Dear Grief; I really don’t know how to handle you. You cling to me everyday and everywhere I go. I don’t know how to get rid of you. Grief, you blurt out everything and anything at the best and worst times possible. It feels like word vomit. Unlike when I was diagnosed with my anxiety and depression, I knew that one day I’d see the light at the end of the tunnel… yet here you are and it looks never […]

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