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My Perspective
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    LECTURAS 866
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    Votos 39
  • WpPart
    Partes 22
  • WpHistory
    Hora 1h 24m
Concluida, Has publicado ene 05, 2019
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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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FORGOTTEN VOWS

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For four years, she lived as a forgotten wife in her own marriage. She had entered it young and patient, believing understanding could fill the spaces where love was missing. She waited. She adjusted. She faded. Days passed without words, nights without warmth, and slowly she realized she was no longer living-only enduring. The day her patience broke was quiet. No arguments, no tears-just clarity. Staying meant losing herself completely. So she chose freedom. Leaving gave her a second chance at life, at happiness, at becoming whole again. But the past does not release its hold so easily. Memories linger, scars ache, and broken love has a way of following you. She was ready to live again. But would her past let her?