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My hands used to shake at the thought of breathing: the hardest thing at the time. Living wasn't an option. Surviving my only goal.
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
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My hands used to shake at the thought of breathing: the hardest thing at the time. Living wasn't an option. Surviving my only goal.
#mental#health#recovery
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Woodwife
28/F
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
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