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Dealing with the feeling of guilt is never easy. Especially when it's in your own family. Sometimes guilt can even cause depressions. ~ A short story in honor of everyone who is struggling with both, mental and pysical health. Let's all fight against the stigma around mental health issues like anxiety and depressions.
Der Umgang mit Schuldgefühlen ist nie einfach. Besonders wenn es in deiner eigenen Familie ist. Manchmal kann Schuld sogar zu Depressionen führen. ~ Eine Kurzgeschichte zu Ehren aller, die sowohl mit geistiger als auch mit körperlicher Gesundheit zu kämpfen haben. Lasst uns gemeinsam gegen das Stigma um psychische Gesundheitsprobleme wie Angstzustände und Depressionen kämpfen.
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