My worst enemy is the doctor. And, yes, I did get mixed up with him.
That old cliche that “There is a fine line between love and hate is nevery so true as it is about ourselves.”
I was my own worst enemy before I was diagnosed, that’s for sure.
Our own mind can be hell or paradise
Recently I was hating myself for various appearances I experienced in the mirror. Then I realized what I was doing and told myself to stop that and try to love myself. Just being aware was enough.
I just remember doing a lot of stupid stuff in my youth
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