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A Stoplight, Depression and Words that Changed Me - Beautiful Between
I sat at a stoplight, trembling with anxiety’s rattle and hum. Charcoal clouds seemed to mirror my soul. The fog of depression had rolled in. The weight was too much. I was weary of the struggle, exhausted from wrestling to be whole. Empty paper cups rolled on the floorboards, drizzling coffee onto the mats. Clothes