I feel like a visitor in my own blog. I used to have so many things to write about but now I have the biggest case of writers block. And now that I'm helping out the the shop my spare time is slim to none. Im made to wear my facade and pretend that I'm okay, but deep down I know that I'm not. I've forgotten who I am, forgotten what's important to me. Why is it so hard for people to realize how miserable I am. Why is my pain so hard to see??
"Masking Mental Illness: Learning To Loose Those Masks And Love Myself, One Day At A Time."
Friday, July 03, 2020
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