I knew there was a problem. But I couldn't quite figure out what it was. I had a full-time job that I liked, and was happily married with lots of friends, family, and support. I loved my apartment and went on all sorts of little adventures. Every weekend was packed with events, trips, and cute coffee shops. I felt ok, sometimes even more than ok. But other times I felt like I was barely holding it together. It wasn't until I had to cancel a vacation at the very last minute be
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