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Momentum is not the problem. It never was. I have always known how to generate force, how to translate thought into action, how to press forward when everything in me wanted to retreat. My capacity fo

The End of Anxiety: How I Deal with Intensity, Contempt, and Triggers Without Losing Myself I havent felt anxiety in over 670 days. No panic. No self-doubt. No feeling of being overwhelmed by the

I Am Always Spiritual, But Never Always One Thing For years, I lived under the weight of an assumptionthat to be spiritual, I had to be engaged in something explicitly holy. That my connection to

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Few phrases hit harder than when the person we love says, Im not attracted to you anymore. It feels like a direct assault on our identity, our value, and the very core of who we are. But in reality

Forgiveness is a word that carries the weight of a lifetime, doesnt it? Its simple to say, but its depth is something that can drown you before it saves you. For years, I misunderstood forgiveness.

To be alone is often a fear most cannot consider, much less face. The silence of solitude terrifies because it leaves us with nothing but ourselves, stripped of the noise that so often fills our days

I need nothing. The words hang in the air like they shouldnt belong to me, but they do. They werent always mine, though. There was a time when the word need felt like an open door to panic, a cons

Ideas are a dime a dozen; they're everywhere, all the time, all at once and it's very hard to tell we're even being influenced by them. I've engaged in some extremely diverse think tanks only to find