Therapy, Restaurants, and Self-Care

One little thing I do that makes a huge difference

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A couple days ago, I finally made the appointment to get a massage — nearly four months after I had set a goal to get one every month. And it wiped me out. Walking out of the clinic, I could barely move, or think. If breathing had required conscious effort I would have just keeled over. I couldn’t put a finger on why it took so much out of me, except…

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Good work! You’ve found my personal journal. I tell the truth here, and I find the process incredibly healing. You might too. So go ahead. Take a peek.

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Good work! You’ve found my personal journal. I tell the truth here, and I find the process incredibly healing. You might too. So go ahead. Take a peek.

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