The Importance of Discomfort

I am 33 years old and I’m learning how to be an adult. As a kid, I rarely pushed through discomfort. My parents wanted a better life for me than what they had so they gave me all the things I could ever want. For this, I’m eternally grateful. Like anything in life, too much […]

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I can hear the birds again. (A description of journeying through depression.)

I can hear birds again. Outside, they’re chirping. It’s subtle and crisp and beautiful. I can hear the breeze and feel it on my skin. It rustles the changing leaves and whisks a few of them onto a windy ride to the earth’s floor. I can see the sky. I’ve viewed it previously, but today […]

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