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This website wasn’t intended necessarily to become a diary of sorts. It was intended to share my stories with whomever choses to read this with a goal of hopefully inspiring or relating to others.

But a few minutes ago, or even more so right now, I had the urge to write about what I was feeling. But when I do that it makes it feel more like a diary - it has a date and time stamp for myself to look at.

I’m not sure if its a good or bad thing either - just an observation.

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This weekend has fully encapsulated me with emotions. A lot good, and a lot bad. The good came from how productive I was being home quarantined to myself. The bad is streamlined from that tidal wave of depression - -Where it consumes you and you can’t breathe. You cant think straight. It doesn’t matter what you distract yourself with, you resort back to being crushed.

and every time I reach this point, I look around and theres no one else who shares this feeling with me. No one would understand - at least that’s what I tell myself. Every video, blog, book will tell you youre not alone. But in the moment it doesn’t feel that way.

So, here I am writing about it. Don’t even know if it’s making me feel any better.

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The brightside is, that there will be a tomorrow and it will be better.