Routine Has Never Been Kind.

Anyone have these days? Seriously though. There has to be more to it than this. We work to live and we live to work. This has never been enough for me. It doesn't give me my purpose nor my meaning. I love my job. Don't get me wrong. I am one of the lucky ones.... Continue Reading →

My ‘Why’

We don't do anything without a purpose, right? We need purpose in our lives. It gives each of us meaning. A reason to get out of bed every morning. But with someone who has anxiety, sometimes finding that purpose can be like looking down a tunnel full of mud, waste and filth. It resembles a... Continue Reading →

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