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Mrs. Doubtfire

Yesterday, I went with my mom to see Mrs. Doubtfire. She canceled her ushering job to join me, which was unexpected since she had planned to go with my sister instead. We had dinner beforehand at Richard Blais' restaurant, and the meal was absolutely delicious. Despite the enjoyable show, I was in quite a bit of pain throughout the performance. I had planned on reading her my statement during our time together, but it never felt like the right moment, so I didn’t. The show was great, and the actor reminded me so much of Robin Williams. It made me think about how people either loved his characters or saw the underlying sadness in them—and now, he's gone. I've stopped telling people when my mental health is getting bad again. I heard someone say it's exhausting to have a loved one with depression and anxiety. The last thing I want is for anyone I care about to feel exhausted because I'm struggling to keep myself from drowning.









































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