Growth, whatever you want to call it, "the path", our journey, ascension to higher consciousness. No matter the name, when you're in the shit, it can feel unreal and even unbearable. Lately, compounded grief has led me to an unexpected soul awakening. "Am I living or existing?" Depression has haunted me in the past, but lately, I see life as a gift transmitted through experiences of love, deep sorrow, bliss and frustration. I do not judge anyone who beams while flowing through life and enjoying what there is to enjoy, but
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Growth, whatever you want to call it, "the path", our journey, ascension to higher consciousness. No matter the name, when you're in the shit, it can feel unreal and even unbearable. Lately, compounded grief has led me to an unexpected soul awakening. "Am I living or existing?" Depression has haunted me in the past, but lately, I see life as a gift transmitted through experiences of love, deep sorrow, bliss and frustration. I do not judge anyone who beams while flowing through life and enjoying what there is to enjoy, but