annika
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TL;DR: A shit year for health, a stunningly good year for friendships with one weird high school-esque aggravation, a fantastic year for creativity, and an even better year for love. Politics sure were. This was a pretty unique year for me and creativity. One of the hardest parts of dealing with post-viral chronic health issues
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I woke up this morning with Where is My Mind stuck on a loop in, well, my mind. My mother is diagnosed bi-polar, suspected borderline, and a host of other issues. I’m fairly open about the fact that we’ve been estranged for a long time, but don’t often get into particulars. I don’t think I
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I’m just going to go ahead and assume this is a safe space to write about writing woes. Is it too cliche? Maybe. But you know what’s also cliche? The quote about how cliches are cliches for a reason. Anyway. I’ll spare you the same old same old about writer’s block and routines and the
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I wrote the below in a journal a couple years or so ago. Whenever I fill a journal, I like to reread and revisit the thoughts I had through the time it took to fill those pages. Sometimes, like now, I’ll also revisit journals years down the road. The desert has touched me since well
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