This disorder can make you feel so alone.
I know that we all have the same dx (diagnosis), but it affects us differently.
Today, I'm fighting the desire to close the blinds; knowing that the sunlight on this NYC Sunday is good for me.
I've also stopped myself from going under the bed. Stupid isn't it. But it's a safe place.
Days like today I want to draw in to myself, but I know that it's in reaching out that I get better.
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it's in reaching out that I get better.
Ain't that the truth.
((((((((((((butterfly))))))))))
I'm trying.
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