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The Reintroduction (Explained)

The Reintroduction (Explained)

"Looking at the picture above, honestly, brings tears to my eyes. The photo was taken on a January afternoon, about a week before my 22nd birthday...."

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How do you help someone?

How do you help someone?

And weeeeeee’re back...again, for another deep dive into the pursuit of re-discovering my “voice”. I tend to have these questions circulating in my mind, often. They come up, in my mind,  even more frequently now that we have all this time on our hands. But first off...how are you? I hope you’re staying busy and entertained during these strange times. This is...entry six? Maybe? Let’s go with it being entry six.  A big thing has happened since we last spoke, ladies and gentlemen of the Diary: we launched #mytruestory. I had this idea to use thehidden as a platform to...

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HIDDEN THOUGHT: I have CSQD...do you?

HIDDEN THOUGHT: I have CSQD...do you?

Hey Diary readers, and soon to be friends (if we aren’t already). Welcome back to another installment of “HIDDEN THOUGHTS” (read that in a cool announcer voice for dramatic effect). Not going to lie to you, today was ass. I don’t really swear a lot, in my writing, but there is no other way to describe today other than saying it was straight ass. I woke up late, which was bad because I had only 10 minutes to spare before I had to get on a conference call with my business advisor who’s currently in Tokyo. I couldn’t get on...

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What are hidden thoughts?

What are hidden thoughts?

You ever just have those thoughts that you wouldn't outwardly tell someone? I believe your truth lies within those thoughts some where.

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ITS OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY

ITS OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY

“I’m okay” said everyone ever.  It became a common practice for me to sit up, in the morning, before starting my day, and tell myself “I’m okay.” But the more and more that I told myself that, the less and less I actually felt “okay.”  On February 22nd, at 4:43 am, I wrote the words “I am not okay” in a small black and white composition notebook. The craziest part of it all, is writing that statement didn’t even scare me. If anything it liberated me. For once, I felt like I was being honest with myself, while sitting at...

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