March 10, 2021
The Lies We Tell Ourselves
The sun is up a little earlier. The skies darken a little later. The air smells of spring. I feel like I'm on the cusp of something. And I'm about two-thirds certain that, that something is me, slowly crawling out of my depressive cycle. I don't intend to write too much on depression - but I do want to write something that perhaps feel...
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