Somewhere deep down inside I've always known that I was meant to be more than a depressed, anxious, alcoholic. Call it an inner sense of knowing, perhaps - a wordless tugging toward my true self. It may have been buried by years of emotional debris and drowned out by negative thinking set on "repeat", but that voice was there all the while.
What is that small voice - that inner knowing - trying to tell you?
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