Here’s Why You Can’t Accept Help

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I needed help, badly. I was spiraling out of control.

My bones were broken. My spirit was worn to shreds.

My life was nothing more than painkillers, doctor’s appointments, and a searing, burning desire to be comfortable—one that was never satisfied.

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Trading words for money since 2020. Previously worked at: motorcycle-wrecking, dishwashing, and not giving a fuck (still employed.) Probably cooler than you.

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Trading words for money since 2020. Previously worked at: motorcycle-wrecking, dishwashing, and not giving a fuck (still employed.) Probably cooler than you.

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