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What is it like to be you living in this broken world?

Is it a happy tale you're living? An adventure? An angst filled drama? Or a tragicomedy? Do tell me. I'm curious. What is it like being you?

I know sometimes you long for people to just ask how you're doing just because. I know you sometimes think, "If only they know then they won't judge..." But it isn't always the case. There aren't many good people who care. I'm sorry if people always have motives for checking on you and some even like to judge and compare.

So let this thread be meaningful. Just a stranger asking another stranger, "How are you doing really?" I hope you're holding on. I hope that when you need a hand to help or an ear to listen from someone you trust fully, you have it.

I hope because truth is, I wish it for me too.
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I'm doing better than I was. March to July was horrendous at work and it brought up a lot of things from my past that I hadn't really dealt with at all. But it ended, and I was able to move on. Sadly, being ill gave me the rest I clearly needed but it took a hospital trip to realise how bad I was.
I have one more week off to spend spoiling my daughter before going back.
Casheyane · 31-35, F
@SW-User Oh. It's nice that the tough work part is over. But maybe you should try to take care of yourself more.

Full disclosure and so not to be a hypocrite, I should totally take care of me better too. Exercise and all that jazz.

Please research the hospital and your condition first before you decide to go. Sadly, not all hospital workers are there to help the patients. Some just are in it for the money. It helps to have wisdom and knowledge when dealing with them so they couldn't deceive you. Sometimes natural medication works okay.

Enjoy your time with your daughter. :)
Maybe dance with her or something. I know I'll never forget the day my own dad took me on a date and told me not to grow up.