Or another way to put it, the benefit of going to therapy or…not even therapy but just questioning your own core beliefs and noticing the freedom that comes with that, and the frustration of knowing the potential of your family members if they did the same. But you know they never will and the sadness that comes with that.
This could be fiction or non fiction, but preferably fiction.
by ihaveacrushonmercy
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