Musings and Meanderings
I sat inside my hospital room, oblivious to the on-going activities that permeate the walls, the safe walls where I exist for the time being. For the longest time, I had been proud of myself for being able to manage my manic-depressive episodes. In fact, one of the reasons why I was able to hurdle the pain of losing my Mother was because of psychotherapy and cognitive-behavioral therapy. Thisโฆ
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