Stepping Forward: An Anthology by a Recovered Shut In
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Last published Wed, Apr 10, 2024
This is a selection of stories from the three years I spent as a shut in, how I felt during that time, and how I recovered. This is honestly just me shaking the rust off as well as sharing my story in hopes others will find a little comfort in the fact all it takes to get to a better place is to keep stepping forward and a few good friends by your side.
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