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My Perspective
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Complete, First published Jan 05, 2019
Mature
Have you ever wonder how a person who struggles mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually is brave enough to continue on with their daily lives, as if everything is okay? Well, "My Perspective" explores the real and uncut experiences most people would have given up on. It gives the people who suffer in silence the most, a voice of their own. Speaking for the voiceless and giving them tools and insight that could be used throughout their journey. I know battling with mental health, depression, anxiety, insecurities and more can make you feel alone, misunderstood, and suffocated. While, "My Perspective" also addresses the struggle of keeping one's relationships with others and theirselves afloat, steady and healthy. I hope that this mental masterpiece that I call my own gives you guys the motivation and alignment that you need to keep going. Giving the universe the chance to see you for who you really are.
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