Euphorically Living
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Everyone who battles depression, experiences war differently but yet we are all at war. After struggling to find purpose and hope, Najee was able to embrace herself and set out on a path to enlightening many of the soldiers fighting their fight too.
If you are battling with depression and need behavioral/mental help, please know that you are not alone. The fight doesn't have to be by herself. If you ever need a listening ear, friend, or advice ( I am a certified behavioral health specialist) Please don't hesitate to reach out. Also, here's the number to the the Suicide Prevention Hotline (800) 273-8255 or Text HOME to 741741 to connect with a Crisis Counselor. Don't struggle in silence, Speak with someone today.
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