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  1. Anonymous28 June 2013 at 03:54

    When you are at your lowest point, like, rock bottom, what helps you up? (besides medication!)

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  2. Anonymous9 July 2013 at 21:43

    dear Rivkah,
    I was recently made aware of your blog and I read it with admiration how you overcame your obstacles and how honest and in touch you are with all your emotions.
    What bothers me deeply is that I was in your school class and yet never knew - sat together in the same class but wasn't aware of your suffering.
    i am so sorry for your pain and wished I could have been there to help.
    with lots of guilt
    a former classmate

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    1. Rivkah24 October 2013 at 22:42

      Hi there, I wish I knew who you were so we could be back in touch! I am glad that you found this and even more glad that you took the time to write to me.
      Please don't feel guilty, as I have said before in my blog, I had no idea what was going on inside me, so how could anyone else have known? Seriously, I think at that point I was in my own little world. I don't think anyone could have helped me in that head space. You should never feel guilty! Thankfully things are so much better now and I have had experiences that have really helped me understand life and people. Everything happens for a reason. Something I have to keep reminding myself over and over again! Would be great if you could email me and we can get back in touch! Xxx

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  3. Eleanor15 March 2017 at 10:40

    Your blog is so inspiring and incredible.

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