Returning my “Unlovable” Jacket


The first time I ever had my taste of true ghosting in all its gloom and drama was as a senior in college. It had come out of the blue during a very busy time of the semester and I was crushed. My mom even made the three hour drive to come visit me and I had an impromptu 8am phone call with my therapist. I had been slowly getting better since my original diagnosis of generalized anxiety disorder and clinical depression my sophomore year, and now I felt like I had slid backward completely into it. That’s the tricky thing about anxiety and depres

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