Love Letters to a Healing Heart
"Be not the slave of your own past – plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience, that shall explain and overlook the old." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
In truth, I have an anxiety disorder. Anxiety has been killing me for 123 days. Chest pains, sleeplessness, nightmares, and fear constantly hound me. The trolling certainly hasn’t helped.
I hate admitting it is an issue. “Anxiety is for women. Real men don’t get anxious,” my Pride tells me.
Read More 57: Anxiety Disorder is a ThingOriginally posted on Love Letters to a Healing Heart:
Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent. The base Injustice thou hast done my Love: Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress, And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn’d; Heav’n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn’d, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn‘d.…
Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent. The base Injustice thou hast done my Love: Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress, And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn’d; Heav’n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn’d, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn’d.
Read More 54: A Fool’s Tale: Betrayal
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