How to Walk Boldly Out of Your Mental Prisons

I would sit here for hours at a time, staring at the skyline.

In the middle of a New York City winter, the wind from the East River ripping through my paper-thin “winter” coat.

No gloves, no hat, I couldn’t afford them. I couldn’t afford a warmer coat.

Truth is, I didn’t believe I was worthy of those warm things. If I did, I would…

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