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A Life in Progress by Leigh M Turner. Thus begins my year-long hiatus from school. Want to try and blog a bit more as well.

Wary, Contrary and no Virgin Mary. Because blogging is the cheapest form of therapy. So much has changed in the 3 and a bit years since my mental health crisis. The moment that I .