You are more than decorative bones.

The One Word That Will Change Your Monday Bones—a corpse or skeleton Dear candy-sneaking you, It’s the one time of year where you can dress in all black and not catch flak for it. You can play pretend with gore and blood—dress like a devil of darkness and watch frightening, scary movies and have actual…

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Always a new year, never a new you.

Some of us woke up with the same depression and diagnosis to carry, day in and day out, even though we take the candy-colored pills, even though we see the man with the glasses and the yellow-stripped notepad. Some of us still woke up to the same loneliness and confusion and reality that it’s always a new year but never a new you. Always a new year, never a new you. And no one can take the struggle away, no one can make the hard come easy or the long wait go fast. No one can turn the power on in the pills, or say secret spells to make it disappear…

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When Monday greets with puffy eyes.

Yes, yes. I’ve got the puffy eyes, too. Thick with exhaustion, heavy with weariness. You’re tired. I know. And so am I, friend. So am I. And I want to reach for the sunglasses and cover up the fatigue. I want to reach for the coffee, make the day go down soft and sweet. And you and…

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