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Running for my Mental Health

2009 is sort of a blur for me. I don’t think I realized how depressed and anxious I was until I finally moved away from home. At that time in my teen years, I was struggling tremendously with relationships with my dad and my boyfriend.

Running for my Mental Health

I'm tired.

“I’m so tired.” - Nana, every time I talk with her.

“I am just tired.” - Me, every time my husband asks me what’s a wrong.

“I am tired, I haven’t been sleeping,” - My mother when we chat after a long day with teenagers.

“Gosh, I am so tired.” - My aunt when I ask her how things are going.

I'm tired.