My mother wanted to name me Meredith. I was never "almost an Alice" or "maybe Christine." She loved the name Meredith, so as soon as she knew I would be, I was called Meredith.
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Reposted from Cornerstone West LA. When I went back home to Texas for the summer after my first year at USC, I had a conversation with a close friend of mine that has stuck with me to this day. We were catching up on our college experiences, and she shared with me how she had recently felt convicted about her addiction to caffeine...
Read MoreReposted from Cornerstone West LA. Depression says many things. All of them are lies. But the worst of these lies masquerade as truth. They sound like truths—spiritual truths even—but they are subtly twisted, misguided, and misdirected.
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