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I ran my programmed 52 miles last week, and it was a lot. I was tired. And I was miserable. And I lost my joy.

I ran my programmed 52 miles last week, and it was a lot. I was tired. And I was miserable. And I lost my joy.

I’ve had several bad body image days, strung together in a succession of about 3 weeks now. And just as I started to hit my boiling

I’m about to ask for help from a professional in order to get my book out into the world. And I’m scared. I’m scaredthat I’m not

35. Once upon a time, that seemed incredibly old to me. It was not only old, but out of reach. As a drug addicted teen and

The last thing I thought about receiving from my broken leg and surgery was self-compassion, self-respect, and unconditional self-love. I have to write out “surgery”

This is stressful. It is emotional, it is unnerving, and it is stressful. It looks like I guess it should: headaches, which may or may not

I’m excited. I’m terrified. I’m nauseous knowing my boss is reading it right now, and that my mother soon will be. The idea of my intimate

What do we do when we can’t use our often taken for granted outlets to feel better? What do we do when we can’t pacify with

I read something this morning about my ego being bored because I’m too busy thinking about myself. “To be egotistical and self-centered is to be bored.

Uh. This is real. Not having a best girlfriend for real, is real. (Name left out for obvious reasons) was it. I told her everything. We