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‘Cause she wakes up in the morning

You Are What You Habituate

The day ahead can be whatever I want to create of it. I can imagine how the day might unfold while sitting back in my chair calmly eating my bowl of cereal or morning spinach, not yet feeling the pressures of productivity.
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Pain to poetry

It begins with the shivers
The pacing
Raw arms, racing heart, tapping, screaming, sweating, eyes dart, room spins and the volume of the world increases to a pulsing nightmare.
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isabel-lichtman

Seeking support

My brain is drowning in the thoughts. With each second, their volume increases, leaving my brain less and less room to breathe — a process that continues until my input is entirely lost.
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Neil McClintick

Without the privilege of stability

Community-less College

UC Berkeley transfer student Begonia Herbert was only five years old when her mother left because of her father’s physical abuse, setting a haunting precedent of familial strife.
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My strange addiction

Pressing Restart

I played so often that I began dreaming in Overwatch matches. My muscle memory became more accustomed to a game’s controls than to other aspects of my life.
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isabel-lichtman

You can’t skip this episode

I am currently working with both a psychiatrist and a psychologist to get through this problem, and it distresses me as much as it distresses you that I am unable to motivate myself or put the same care and effort into my studies that I have for my entire life.
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