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A year or so after I first moved to London I went on a few dates with a pick up artist.
The original title of this post was “My parents spent $234,000 on booze, smokes and weed.”
It never feels appropriate to write about this. Perhaps because both of my parents are still alive (which I’m grateful for) and the idea of them reading it makes me break out in a cold sweat.
For the past four months I’ve been suffering from anxiety and depression. I know this because I’ve been here before. I’m adept at recognizing the signs: Trouble getting out of bed, frequent…