2017 top 50 : building relationships by vulnerably becoming labyrinth escapers

2017 top 50 : building relationships by vulnerably becoming labyrinth escapers

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Are you vulnerable enough to get down and support real issues? This year a lot of people both male and female have been shining light on and supporting mental health issues; serious issues that have always been overlooked. We're looking for the top 50 ways society has grown this year in placing importance on these issues. That's the first part, the first labyrinth. The second part is we're asking everyone to join in the writing fun, writing your way out of your labyrinth. It can be as short as 150 words and as long as 1500 words (or longer if you want!), just be vulnerable enough to answer this year's question:" What is your labyrinth and how will you escape it?" More info about this whole thing and how it came about inside. Open participation!
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