The day I had a panic attack at work

the point of this whole tale is not "don't have a panic attack" but rather, "treat yourself kindly after breaking down."

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The magic of the good old days

There was no shade from the hot sun, with the exception of the occasional clouds (dark and threatening) that blew between us and the solar body who lights up our days. The forecast had been predicting all day of “scattered thunderstorms” and we joked while plucking blueberries from the bushes, that a little rain right… Continue reading The magic of the good old days