Love my imperfections
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Dernière publication sam., juin 10, 2023
Living with anxiety disorder is harder than we think. I'm just a nurse, black and living with anxiety disorders. I can't affirm to myself that I'm enough, I get hurt easily. The only pain I can tolerate and get over with is the physical pain, I can't handle the pain I feel inside. That is what led me to harming myself.
All went better when I married Martino. It wasn't an easy route but it was better than any other thing.
Love my perfection
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Hi reader.
I'm not a perfect writer, some of the things you read might not really make sense, some might be too obvious.
I'm not too good in English also, pardon me.
Happy readings.
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