For the first time she was breathing in every single one of life’s glorious, beautiful opportunities. And with each breath she realised what she had been missing out on when it felt as though she was choking.
January 2, 2018
Breathing In
By zedmondson
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Zoe. 22. Australia.
I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness.
I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog.
And I believe in myself.
That's what my blog is all about.
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