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“I’m not afraid of dying I’m just afraid of missing out”. The words left behind on a family friend’s grave that passed away far too young from MND. To be honest, I never really understood what it meant. ‘Not afraid of dying’, what a strange concept, of course, that scared me. Over periods of my…
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It’s 12:28pm on a Thursday afternoon, cars a buzzing by rapidly on the road out front of my house. The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful day but my heart is aching deeply. It’s okay, I’m going to be okay, I just feel stuck. Have you ever envisioned your life, where you thought you’d be
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