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Dear Misguided Brain

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BloomingDesertRose

anxiety depression journal onlinejournal panicdisorder reallife

A journal of daily life as a mom and wife with anxiety and depression. 
I've had anxiety since I was 14,in the 90's (when it wasn't ok to discuss it).  It affected my school life, my relationships with my friends and my family. As I got older, it prevented me from being able to have a steady job.   I'm not as bad as I was as a teenager.  I've learned some coping skills and I've been on various medications off and on.  Currently hold a script but have yet to start it...some days I wish I was a robot and others, I like that I have the ability to laugh, so since I'm not 100% on board with taking meds, I decided to wait.  
Some days are better than others, and I'm hoping, through this, I will be able to do what no one has done for me...let you know you're NOT alone.  I'm hoping this will help someone else who's experiencing similar situations. 
Feel free to reach out...let's make this a supportive communication without negativity towards others. 
*if you or someone you love is suicidal, please call the national suicide prevention lifeline 
1-800-273-8255All Rights Reserved

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Catastrophically Carla (Lesbian Story) by xpaaulettex

Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.

The Selfless Me by Blo0ki

Sometimes, I just want to write out my feelings, y'know. It's okay to write what's going on in your head. It's okay to open a clean page and just write all the things you've held onto. It's okay to let loss on a piece of paper with a pen/pencil at hand. Most definitely It's okay to write your trauma, only if you're comfortable with. This book is my thoughts or rambles when I did/do have those episodes. I hate venting to people. I never could have trusted them. Yet, i can write, peot, and type what's going on or rant til i feel I find it in a book. It's okay to cry. You're not alone. No one is alone You are loved by many. ~Alh

Thoughts and Constellations by tye-dye-inside

A year full of ups and downs, written down to make someone, somewhere feel something. This is my personal journal published for the world to see. All my thoughts and feelings for a year. It has no plot. It has no ending. It just ends. Good luck trying to understand it because I don't even understand it myself. Enjoy the mind of a fifteen year old girl, unedited.

Sleepless Nights by randomwriting4

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Journal (Boyxboy) by Fallen_Angel0416

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Levels of Stress by PhantasticalDisco

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Fear by Louisapoof

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