When a broken mind dips its toes into the spiritual pool

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There was a time when I would wake up, see and feel that I’m alive, and thank God for one more day. The way this made sense in my head was that just knowing I was being allowed one more day was the best gift I could be given and nothing could ruin my day. Most days this worked and I was generally stable in my moods and perspectives with some bad days peppered in (hey, we all have them right?).

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I find writing, even for the briefest of moments makes me feel a little better or a bit more focused. So welcome to my thought assembly line.

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I find writing, even for the briefest of moments makes me feel a little better or a bit more focused. So welcome to my thought assembly line.

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