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Seldom do we find people genuinely passionate about making the world a better place. Back in college, I met a fellow psychology major who just transferred in. Just talking to her, you could see the fire in her eyes. Even in her first semester, she wasted no time getting involved with volunteering with on-campus organizations
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Oh boy, talk about pet peeves. So many loved ones called me out for being “flaky,” “self-centered,” “emotionally unavailable,” and “selfish.” Nine times out of ten I never intended for my actions to be perceived in such a manner. Instead of spending time with my friends and family, I often curled up in a ball
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Fucking Facebook. I have such a love-hate relationship with the Facebook memories feature. If you are unfamiliar with the Book of Faces, just like an ex-girlfriend, this is where it sends you a notification of all the stupid shit you posted on that same date since you established your profile. I sadly joined Facebook in
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Sitting in a psych ward offers up a lot of downtime. Other than going to group and meals, not a whole lot happens outside of the occasional patient freak out. Usually, patients spent their time watching television or coloring at one of the round tables. Following a tumultuous few weeks and a nervous breakdown, I
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Most mental health counselors rely on a theoretical foundation that they put into practice. For yours truly, I leaned heavily towards cognitive intervention. That is not to say that improvements cannot be made to one’s surroundings or the impact that their behaviors have on the environment. Personally, I always felt that our thoughts were the



