Dear Lovely Oh Me
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Last published Sun, Jun 6, 2021
pain
/pān/
Psychological pain, mental pain, or emotional pain is an unpleasant feeling of a psychological, non-physical origin. A pioneer in the field of suicidology, Edwin S. Shneidman, described it as "how much you hurt as a human being. It is mental suffering; mental torment."
What if I wrote down all my feelings and shared them with the world? What if people judged me for being "cringe"?
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