grief
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I’ll be honest. I really don’t want to write this, but I know it will help me once I do. The one year anniversary of my dad’s passing quickly approaches. Of all days too, he passed away on Halloween last year. It crept up in my mind going back to August. Halloween decorations slowly pushed
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Growing up, I was obsessed with cartoons. I watched Rugrats and Spongebob before jumping on the schoolbus. I got home from school around 3 o’clock every day, which was just in time to plop down in my favorite chair to catch the latest episode of Pokemon. At night, it was whatever I could catch on
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This is just going to be one of those posts. I sat here in the middle of Starbucks for over a half hour staring at my phone rather than my laptop in an effort to avoid and procrastinate as much as possible. As a human being, I do not want to feel uncomfortable feelings. However,
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A few nights back, I had a dream. In this dream, I found myself meandering between the living room and kitchen of my childhood home. My dad soon walked into the kitchen and asked me to spend time with him (I cannot recall the exact wording). However, he was clearly intoxicated. I repeatedly told him
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It’s been two weeks, and I still cannot believe that it happened. Something felt off when I tried calling you for two days straight with no answer. In a last ditch effort to reach you, I called your wife after one of my sessions. What I did not expect to hear was a frantic cry
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If you follow today’s celebrities to any extent, you likely heard about the rise and fall of pop star Demi Lovato following her struggles with substance abuse. She recently teamed up with DJ Marshmello to release a song I fell in love with. The combination of her powerful vocals, meaningful lyrics, and Marshmello’s rhythmic undertone
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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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