Asked whether she was coping, Meghan, a new mother, said: “I have said for a long time to H – that is what I call him – it’s not enough to just survive something, that’s not the point of life. You have got to thrive.”
Prince Harry also described his mental health and the way he deals with the pressures of his life as a matter of “constant management”.
https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-51041950
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Sunday’s are for me, myself and not giving a fuck!
adulthood, adulting, anxiety, bipolar, depression, life, mental health, mental illness, recovery, selfcare
Hey everyone,
So it’s been a week of tears, tears and a few more tears! It has been a great example of you can be having a good week but still with a lot of shit going on. If this was a few months ago I would have reacted very differently, as I would have just given up and fucked up the good things going on as well. Instead, I cried when I needed to, dusted myself off and carried on because of the bad shit of is not worth more than the good.
That’s the thing when bad shit happens during a good week, it is so easy to just focus on that and let the good shit crumble away. The thing is to remember is that any good week will give some bad points too. It is so easy to get sucked into that dark place but not…
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The posh.
They arrive one by one as we stand there watching, thoughts are running through my mind, who are these people i ask myself?
They have nice suits on, they aren’t my type of people. I don’t like suits I find them to put value on something that isn’t of value. I’m speaking about the characteristics of the individual that wears it. Not fond of them, these people they aren’t my type of people.
Then I realise what is my type of people? Who do I attract and who am I attracted too? The broken? The ones that have lived, and by lived I mean those who’ve had their hearts broken. Emotionally crushed and physically destroyed just to feel different? Who would I attract and who am I that would be attracted to another?
I hear a man call the private venue to a halt, he begins to give a…
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Confessions of a Professional Fake Shopper
Productivity Tips and Apps
When desperate storeowners want to convince passersby to stop in, they hire fun, happy people to pose as shoppers. They’re actually out-of-work actors, retirees, and me.
John spread his armslike a tent revivalist and addressed the 50 of us standing in the subterranean concourse of Philadelphia’s Jefferson Station. John, the hiring manager for the temp agency, was a tall man with a big belly, a nice smile, and 10 drops of sweat perpetually shining on his pate. “Good afternoon,” John said. John had zeal. “We are today creating an atmosphere of fun, and crowds, and happy shoppers.” John explained that street construction had decimated walk-up traffic to a department store down the street. A client had hired the temp agency to turn that around: People would peer through the scaffolding and jackhammer dust, see a Fun Crowd of Happy Shoppers inside the store, and thus be compelled to join…
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Unemployed and Bored
Welp, I thought taking a new job and moving to a city to get out of my parents house was the smartest idea I ever had. Turns out I was wrong, one month later and I am back at my parents house in a town that encompasses maybe 5 thousand people. I took a shot it didn’t work, fuck me right? I am not sure how much longer is on my one year subscription to Word Press, but as long as I can continue to muster up enough for next year I will continue to right on here.
After being out of the house for a month and having to come back with your tail between your legs fucking sucks. Every day I get a million indeed links sent to me from my mom ranging from a pharmaceutical salesman making 150k a year, to a drivers license tester, to a fucking mailman (fine job…
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Sexual Assault From A Victim’s Perspective…
By: Iyana B.
The hardest part is telling your parents. It’s bad enough
that you had to experience it, live with it, hold on to this disgusting secret
out of fear. Fake a smile, give a kiss and an “I love you too babe,”
just to make everything okay, to make everything seem seamless.
I will be the first to tell you it’s not seamless publicly. It’s an ugly wrinkled fabric that produces gaping holes once handed to your parents. An embodiment of everything they can’t fix even though you so desperately want it to go away.
“Why did you give us this now?” I could no longer
patch up the holes.
“What do you want me to do with it?” I don’t know.
That’s why I gave it to you.
“Why did you keep this?” It felt too raunchy to
give to anyone else. It hurt too much to…
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Never underestimate the power of a lie: “I don’t have a phone.”
privacy , reddit
Never underestimate the power of a lie: “I don’t have a phone.”
Like most people on this subreddit, I’ve been asked many times over when at a retail store to join their loyalty program because I get “free” stuff out of it. Normally I just say, something along the lines of “I’m good” before given them a fake name to write on the coffee and handing over cash for the coffee, and they’d be fine about it. They got their money and they don’t know who I really am. Win-win.
So this brings me to yesterday while going to that same coffee shop, which just so happens to have a store front in the University I attend in addition to thousands more across the country I live in.
I’ll call the cashier PB for “Persistent Bitch.”
I want to set the stage just to know how inconvenient she was, not…
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