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Recent content by Lee

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    Overthinking I don’t think I’m lazy. I think my brain just won’t start

    I can think about doing something for 6 hours. Stress about it. Feel guilty about it. And still not start. Then at 10:47pm I suddenly clean the kitchen like I’m possessed.
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    ❕Trigger Warning Does anyone else get triggered by small things?

    things? Not the big obvious stuff. The small things. A tone of voice. A door closing. Someone standing too close. And suddenly your body reacts before your brain understands why.
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    A-W of Movies

    Casablanca
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    ❕Trigger Warning I don’t want to die. I just don’t want to feel like this.

    There is a difference. ….I just wish more people understood that.
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    Lonely The weird loneliness of being around people

    You can be in a room full of people laughing talking normal And still feel completely separate. Like there’s a sheet of glass between you and everyone else. Anyone else?
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    Heavy I’m fine is the most exhausting sentence

    :(
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    Lonely Night is when it all gets loud…

    Why is it that during the day you cope… …but at night your brain decides to replay everything from 2009 to yesterday??? Very frustrating.
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    Heavy I’m fine is the most exhausting sentence

    You ever say “I’m fine” and then feel your whole body stiffen up? Because you’re not fine. You’re just… being. Not ready to explain.
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    Anxious Does anyone else feel worse after a “good” day?

    Like… the day itself is fine. You get stuff done, even laugh. You’re productive. Even feel a bit like your old self again. And then it ends. And instead of feeling satisfied, you just feel… defeated. Or heavy. Or weirdly sad. It’s like your brain goes, “…that was nice. Don’t get used to it.”...
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    A-W of Movies

    A bugs life
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    Grief My Gran was an alcoholic

    This is the bit I don’t like admitting. My gran was an alcoholic. It was always there. Not loud, not dramatic, just part of who she was. Something everyone knew and no one really knew what to do with. Then she got dementia. That changed everything. Or maybe it just made things clearer. She...
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    Grief What no one tells you about grief after the funeral

    After the funeral, people go home. That’s the part that stays with you. At first there’s still noise. Messages. People checking in. Then it thins out. Not in a dramatic way. Just less of everything. You notice it when your phone stays quiet. Life restarts for everyone else. Work. Plans...
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    Grief Why grief hits harder at night

    It’s quieter. That’s probably the main reason. During the day there’s always something happening. Even if you’re not okay, you’re doing something. Talking. Working. Pretending. Grief sort of stays to the side while you get on with it. Night doesn’t let you do that. You stop moving and...
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    Heavy Do you like to write? I tried a poem…who knows if it’s any good.

    If you’re hurting, say it. Say it messy. Say it without knowing what comes next. We don’t need the right words. We just need real ones. Sit with me. I’ll sit with you. We can swear. We can be silent. We can admit we’re scared of our own heads. I’m still here. Some days that’s everything I’ve...
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    Heavy Just cause I’m smiling doesn’t mean I’m okay.

    I’m not okay. I smile, I laugh, I should be ok. It doesn’t matter how much counselling I have, how many times I practice the coping methods, how many times I tell myself I am lucky, how often I take stock and evaluate. I always come back to the beginning, I am broken. My brain won’t allow...
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