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5sos depression michaelclifford text therapy

02/18/11 - 12:57 am

Dear reader,

     My therapist told me to do this method, you know, to share a piece of my mind. She told me that I needed to speak up more so that my voice could be heard. I thought about this for a while. It all seemed ridiculous to me, but at this hour, I think that I need someone to talk to. My mindset has been on loneliness lately. I know this might freak you out, a random person asking for a 1 am conversation, but I am in desperate need of attention. She gave me this number, so I'm assuming you know her? Her name is Dr. Cole. I don't know your name, and you don't know mine. Can we keep it that way? But I'll help you out. You can call me Ana, because that's my nickname. Dr. Cole told me you needed someone to talk to? I'm here. So, can you return the favour? 

     Thank you.Todos los derechos reservados

5sos depression michaelclifford text therapy

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