War wounds, scars, whatever you want to call them, was ashamed of them but not anymore as they are part of me, part of my history. Spent far too long worrying what people would think but who are they to judge me for my ways of coping.
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Author:
Meg Ponton (Pseudonym) (
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Yes indeed Meg - we each have to work out ways to cope........ an inspiring read.
I guess that eventually the stuff we have been through and our coping mechanisms forms the two sides of our character. One the facade we present to the world, the other our inner motivation or 'what makes us tick'.
Difficult to fathom out for a young person but i'd say just relax into how you feel about things and dont fight those feelings. Be you. After a while you'll realise you've found yourself.
You have found your own way of coping Meg, may your life now be filled forever with joy and love.
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