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September 13, 2020
Brush with death.
When I was about eight years old I had a run in with a red wasp. It stung me roughly where my neck and shoulders meet. My parents were going to take me to a hospital in another town. Luckily my g...
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I’m going to tell you about the world as I see it. Please don’t be telling me that things are going to get better. I’m so very sick of hearing that. Just know that yes I know I’m depressed. Yes I have tried medication and therapy for years to no avail
