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True enough.
so true
Doesn’t work so well when you are tired though.
Something I really like about your characters is how different they all are. You’ve got guys, girls, straights, LGBTs, fat and thin, different ethnicities and religions, etc etc. They’ve all got strengths and they’ve all got flaws. It’s like the real world.
Thank you very much, Kim. As none of them have names, I’ve tried to press the point that they could be anyone. However, I do need to try harder to be more inclusive.
I think you’re doing a great job as it is 🙂
This is what happens when I try to seek help…..but you’re so happy and you get up and do stuff….etc
I know that feeling. My dr didn’t realise how bad I was until I went in one day and I wasn’t smiling. I was just the way I am every other day and she realised there was something wrong. I tend to smile and laugh for others, so they don’t feel uncomfortable but on the inside, I’m like shattered glass
The best help one with depression can get, is from another with depression. The worst part about it? You never know who has it.
…………so if i happen to see something that strikes my laughter nerve and i laugh so hard i start crying tears does that mean i’m faking my illness? let me enjoy my sole moment before i return again to carving curses in my skin and flesh ….