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DEAR GOD,
Dear God, please make me stop thinking about him. Dear God, if he isn’t the right man for me please help me forget about him. Dear God, I am tired. Help me.
(via ethynoll)
When people say “recovery”, you typically think of returning to how you were before your illness. But there is no going back. You do not merely recover, but reinvent yourself. You become something completely different from what you were before.
