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One of the weird things about therapy and antidepressants for me has been how you react to falling apart.
It’s not that you won’t fall apart, or lose your shit again.
It’s more so, you know where the pieces go after you do fall apart.
You wake up, groan, dust yourself off, and move on.
It’s not that you won’t fall apart, or lose your shit again.
It’s more so, you know where the pieces go after you do fall apart.
You wake up, groan, dust yourself off, and move on.
February 7, 2025 at 12:51 AM
One of the weird things about therapy and antidepressants for me has been how you react to falling apart.
It’s not that you won’t fall apart, or lose your shit again.
It’s more so, you know where the pieces go after you do fall apart.
You wake up, groan, dust yourself off, and move on.
It’s not that you won’t fall apart, or lose your shit again.
It’s more so, you know where the pieces go after you do fall apart.
You wake up, groan, dust yourself off, and move on.