Médecine du Coeur
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Last published Sun, Jun 16, 2019
On se cherche parfois.
On cherche parfois nos rêves. Et parfois, on les trouve. On les trouve au détour d'une rencontre. Et parfois, ça nous explose en plein la face. On échoue, on s'en veut longtemps et pourtant, il y a de belles occasions que l'on nous offre.
Les événements de la vie ne sont qu'une chance pour rebondir, pour grandir.
Parce qu'il est vrai qu'on en apprend tous les jours, toutes les secondes.
On apprend des autres et on apprend surtout de nous-mêmes.
A travers l'histoire, à travers les troubles alimentaires, j'espère faire bouger les choses.
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