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Day 18
In the movie, glass. The therapists comes to the idea that people who face a more severe trauma later in life develop a higher self out of having to survive. Such an interesting theory that I have no idea if factual. But in a weird way, it helps me find gratitude for everything that has happened in my life. I have a mind that thinks outside the box. My pain has become my greatest gift. His glory alone. Why did it make me feel uneasy? It feels isolating. It doesn’t include others. Perhaps that’s what religion has meant for me.

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