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 I sat on my kitchen floor for an hour yesterday, crying.

Sometimes I get a buildup of emotion that just needs let out, and yesterday was one of those days.

My self-loathing and depression had reared its ugly face and I felt completely consumed by what I felt that I couldn't handle any longer.

I sat there on the cold tiled floor, I had my Christian music playlist on, and I just cried. I felt so lost and powerless.

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