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Grieving Who I Was Before My Mental Illness Diagnoses

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Once upon a time, I was a whole egg. My runny, gooey insides were safely cocooned in a solid, outer shell. I felt whole. Then I fell off my perch and the shell cracked.

The soggy, fragile contents spilled out and there was nothing holding me together. I was a mess. I shook and I wept and I panicked.

Sorrow and sadness wrapped themselves around me like a cloak. I learned really bad ways of avoiding the emotional baggage I’d hidden away all my life.

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