I almost sat my husband down and told him--I'm out of here as soon as I get some money.
Almost.
Now I just want to strangle him. Can I?
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Sylvia Plath wrote about depression as a bell jar. For me, as a depressive with ADD, it also feels like things are constantly flying by my head, as if I lived inside of a snowglobe, and I can't focus on any one thing. This is my attempt to detail my struggles with depression and anxiety.
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