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Turning my house into a home, one little project at a time. Thursday, January 19, 2012. Have you ever heard of this show? Well my little boy has started to like it recently. I have discovered that I really like it, sometimes I kind of persuade him into watching it. ANYWAY the reason I bring it up is because he told me that he wants a Perry the Platypus cake for his birthday in 2 months. So now I have to come up with an idea for it. any suggestions? Links to this post.
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Imposter Syndrome; Gaslighting Your Own Pain. I have a chronic genetic disease. However, I did not know I had this disease until I was 19-years-old. 642 Things To Write About. Follow along throughout the process! So muc.
Pain Imposter Syndrome; Gaslighting Your Own Suffering. My elbows instantly buckled and I fell to the mat clutching my chest. The impact was so sharp, so agonizing, it took my body by surprise and every muscle collapsed. Why was I the only one who fell? How were the other girls giggling through this? How could my brothers climb the tree? I was the only one too weak to bear it.