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One of the hardest things to do when you're at your lowest of lows is to ask for help. It involves trust and a sense of raw vulnerability. So when you have to chose between succumbing to your mental illness or reaching out for assistance, the right choice isn't always so obvious through the eyes of depression. --- I am thrilled to be working with Maybelline to help bring awareness to Anxiety and Depression that many of us deal with - especially since the start of the pandemic. I hope that sharing my story helps us to truly be #bravetogether and break the stigma around mental illness. I would love to hear your story about your own journey. Even better - for every story submitted, Wattpad and Maybelline will donate $1 to Crisis Text Line! For more info and how to join in, visit wattpad.com/maybelline. Thanks for reading!
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I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35

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