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Sep 6
The train jolts, uncertainty.
I ride. I ride. I ride. I...
Rise. I break free.
I hope when you read this you read the words "I ride. I ride. I ride." like you would read the chugging of a train. That chug - that riding - is life with compulsions. It's monotonous and isolating from the world around us.

I often find myself there in the "I...". That's the moment of contemplation, where I remember again that I can choose to respond differently.

I can choose self-compassion.
I can choose my values. I can break free.

And in case you needed to hear it, you can too. 💗
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June Day  F/In the pages
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   Benzene and Valentine
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