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There are layers to thoughts going through my mind. Old stories. I'm trying to remind myself that this decision isn't a judgement of me.
Over 40 years ago my mom spent a summer taking me to doctors for worrying health symptoms I had. One morning, after many doctors and no answers, she came into my bedroom and accused me of faking. She told me I could go to one more doctor and if they couldn't figure it out then that was it. No more doctors. That doctor told me I was depressed. When I got home and told my mom that, she said, "What would you have to be depressed about?" We never spoke of those health issues again the whole time I was home.
Deep breaths, Hope. Deep breaths.
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