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		By: Malisa		</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2026 17:06:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Idk what to say except im terrified about everything. I dont think I want anymore relationships with anyone,, physical or emotionally. Im ok being a recluse now but ive not always been this way I graduated nursing school with honors. My grown children said they&#039;d deal with it when I was dead. Sexuallly abuses my whole life. And now it feels like my nervous system can&#039;t come back. I admit myself to mental hospitals and they also don&#039;t treat me as a person just the weirdo ive becom. Why did this all happen to me.  Relive my husband&#039;s suicide over and over and I dont know how to act around people. I feel like ill never escape all the pain.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Idk what to say except im terrified about everything. I dont think I want anymore relationships with anyone,, physical or emotionally. Im ok being a recluse now but ive not always been this way I graduated nursing school with honors. My grown children said they&#8217;d deal with it when I was dead. Sexuallly abuses my whole life. And now it feels like my nervous system can&#8217;t come back. I admit myself to mental hospitals and they also don&#8217;t treat me as a person just the weirdo ive becom. Why did this all happen to me.  Relive my husband&#8217;s suicide over and over and I dont know how to act around people. I feel like ill never escape all the pain.</p>
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		By: liz		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2026 20:24:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[hola alexander te escribo desde México y muchas veces me he sentido igual como un túnel oscuro que no tiene fin y cuando siento una mejoría por insignificante que este sea hay algo que echa todo abajo, vuelven las ideas suicidas, la desesperanza, la impulsividad y la agresividad, sin embargo me repito a mí misma que es solo mi cabeza haciendo una mala broma, hasta tengo una alarma en mi teléfono que lo indica cada hora, a veces siento que exagero y estoy un poco loca, otras que la realidad es demasiado brutal que si paso.  así le levanto reconozco mis síntomas y sigo adelante de nuevo, cada vez un peldaño más arriba.

Translate:  Hi Alexander I am writing to you from Mexico and many times I have felt the same as a dark tunnel that has no end and when I feel an improvement no matter how insignificant it is there is something that brings everything down, suicidal ideas return, hopelessness, impulsivity and aggressiveness, however I repeat to myself that it is just my head making a bad joke, I even have an alarm on my phone that indicates it every hour, sometimes I feel that I exaggerate and I am a little crazy, other times that the reality is too brutal that if it happens. So I lift him up, recognize my symptoms and move on again, each time one step higher.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>hola alexander te escribo desde México y muchas veces me he sentido igual como un túnel oscuro que no tiene fin y cuando siento una mejoría por insignificante que este sea hay algo que echa todo abajo, vuelven las ideas suicidas, la desesperanza, la impulsividad y la agresividad, sin embargo me repito a mí misma que es solo mi cabeza haciendo una mala broma, hasta tengo una alarma en mi teléfono que lo indica cada hora, a veces siento que exagero y estoy un poco loca, otras que la realidad es demasiado brutal que si paso.  así le levanto reconozco mis síntomas y sigo adelante de nuevo, cada vez un peldaño más arriba.</p>
<p>Translate:  Hi Alexander I am writing to you from Mexico and many times I have felt the same as a dark tunnel that has no end and when I feel an improvement no matter how insignificant it is there is something that brings everything down, suicidal ideas return, hopelessness, impulsivity and aggressiveness, however I repeat to myself that it is just my head making a bad joke, I even have an alarm on my phone that indicates it every hour, sometimes I feel that I exaggerate and I am a little crazy, other times that the reality is too brutal that if it happens. So I lift him up, recognize my symptoms and move on again, each time one step higher.</p>
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