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I am practicing letting myself feel it all. Depression is scarier the longer it stays away. You become unaccustomed. You forget your therapy, your healthy coping mechanisms. For weeks I've felt like disappearing, dissolving into nothing. So I escaped to a place where colors still exist. Where the rain can fall without feeling like it might shatter me entirely. I'm practicing loving (all of) myself, fiercely.

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