Joy can only emerge after facing the hard stuff.

We’re pulling for you, Ted.

A puffy journal with a teddy bear on front — that was the only place I could put my feelings when I was 12. Not only did I grow up in a family where my feelings had to be squished up into a little ball of black and red darts and swallowed whole, but I also grew up in a culture where no one was making a point to talk to kids about their feelings. 

Thank g…

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