I thought I had been surviving, and yet, what I was really doing was hanging by a string, loosely holding myself from collapsing. I was always on the verge, and I could feel that friction in my soul.
Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind
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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. July 1935 featured in Selected Diaries
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Bridget hopes everyone has had a restful Caturday.
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i’m trying my hardest to not act how i feel.
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Eat my heart out (by Dominique N.)
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