I’m not the only one.
A poem. It echoes, laced with laughter,light as a feather,carried on the wind.Frivolous guffaws won’tspackle over the truth:I think we think wemiss the old you.Is it hidden in a box,under layers of dust — a dull veneer, particles of yourmolted former selves?Or…
The Simple Thing That Cured My Anxiety-Induced Insomnia
Being overly strict about my nightly routine made all the difference. The pandemic ruined my sleep schedule. Like most young professionals, I started working at home in spring 2020. With that adjustment to my schedule came a lot of blurred…
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