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One year ago, I published my first “real” blog post. I had released a few before, but I felt like this was the first one where I was 100% honest and my first time getting really personal. I remember being a nervous mess, second guessing myself for the next 24 hours. I remember crying a lot. I was already crying a lot at that time, but that blog was an excuse for more. I’ve wanted to put out another post for the last month. I wanted to discuss recent coping techniques for the separating of emotions and thoughts, and to give an honest recap of the past 365 days since I released the first “real” story. I wanted to connect where I am now to that story which garnered the most feedback and attention and, more importantly, felt the most therapeutic. Over the past month, I would start and stop - over cups of breakfast tea, in the library while my kids did their homework. I’ve jotted down the random thoughts in what has become my greatest confidant, the notes app. But, how do I get out what I