Before March of 2008, I thought I was alive.
I was 25, engaged to my best friend, and looking forward to our life together with excitement. I had friends, family, and a job I loved. I had a home, I travelled, I had the means with which to live the life I sought after.
I thought I was alive. Until I learned how to live.
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