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healing is not linear - A Memoir by Frances Edelstein
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  • Parts 16
  • Time 1h 54m
Complete, First published Jan 02, 2020
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No one's life is perfect--and mine is no different.  On the outside, you might see me as a young woman that was raised in the most perfect life; both parents, an upper-middle-class home, a safe neighborhood.  This is all true, yes, but the worst of my struggles were things that many people didn't see: my mental health.  In this book, I share all my struggles with my eating disorder, anxiety, depression, and the things that go along with it.  My goal in writing this is letting you know that you, the reader, are never alone.  There are people like me that care about you, that understand how hard it can be.  Hopefully this book with give you clarity about some things you've been dealing with, and maybe give you some peace of mind and directions on how to navigate through these hard times.

Please, keep fighting.  We need you.

Much love!
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