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An Open Secret—The Little Voice Inside My Head?

Still, I don't know what that means. Well, I do—it’s a simple sentence, but I don’t know what it’s supposed to mean.

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ขอบคุณที่ยังไม่ไปไหนนะ ขอบคุณที่ยังเลือกที่จะสู้กันต่อ...ทั้งหมอทั้งตัวเราเองเลย

The Knox Files: Entry One—The Ugly Truth Behind A Pretty Mask.

My name is Knox Grey and this is The Knox Files: Entry One—The Ugly Truth Behind A Pretty Mask.

When Pretending Becomes Personality: An Introvert’s Secret

I don't think it really matters anymore if people see me as introvert or extrovert. Why? Because I've found myself and I'm having so much fun!

Things Will Go Terribly, Horribly Wrong. Or Maybe Not

So, yes. Sometimes, things do go terribly, horribly wrong. Other times? Your boss just wants to buy you coffee and reassure you that you're doing great and that he'd like you to keep up the good work.

The One Where the Therapist Never Shows Up

I showed up thirty minutes early. I was already four and a half years late, in a way. I don't want to be any more late than that.

More Espresso, Less Depresso

I'm tucked in a package, sometimes sealed in a capsule, or sometimes chilling in a ready-made bottle–always ready to embark on an adventure. But no matter the form, my purpose stays the same: to wake you up.

"I think you're being too harsh on yourself"

If there's someone I recommend you to compare, I think it would be your past self. Instead of measuring yourself against others, try reflecting on your past self and recognize how far you've come.

I’m Still Here—and That’s Kinda Cool

Happy Birthday, Matt.

Every Flag Looks Red If You're Looking Through Red-Filtered Glasses

Anxiety is as real as a fire alarm during a false alarm. Nothing's actually burning, but still you feel the urge to flee, to run away from the scene, to go somewhere safe.

I Don't Want to Die, I Just Don't Want This

I hope you manage to find a little happiness in everything you do and everywhere you go.

Dear Host: A Letter from Your Bipolar Disorder

You probably don't remember inviting me.

Anxiety: When the Worst-Case Feels Like the Only Case

You can prepare for the 1% possibility—but not live like it's a 100% certainty.

To the Me Who Thought the Rain Would Last Forever and Ever

So, to the me who thought the rain would last forever and ever...thank you for holding on to that umbrella...even though the rain was still falling relentlessly. It didn't save me, but it helped me hold on.