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People try to say there’s no shame in mental illness. But I feel shame. Every time I over-react to the least little thing and cry like my heart is breaking. Every time the least little bump in the road sends me spiraling 10 steps back thinking of course I’m a failure and can’t do anything right. Every time I push hard against someone who loves me because I don’t understand how they possibly could love me. There’s nothing lovable here, move along. Every time I’m at work wondering how long I’ll have a job because it’s only a matter of time before they figure out what a loser and a fraud I am.

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