Morning, La!
Hoped to hear from you last night. EDIT: I should've reached out. Sorry.

Here's the thing: Or maybe not the thing, maybe just a thing: The self-flagellation? The carousel of little voices in the head that makes one feel absolutely terrible and as though the sky is falling? That's the disease. It's a chemical imbalance in your brain dictating your thoughts. You don't have to believe that right now. What I hope you do believe is this: (and this is THE thing!

That's all I've got.
xo
Oh. One more thing.

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