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IF YOU WOULD RATHER TYPE ON GOOGLE DOCS AND COPY/PASTE YOUR "STORIES", PLEASE FEEL FREE TO  DO SO!!
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I come from a family who believes in morals and respects being the most important traits that you acquire in life. I've seen my own respect and kind heart taken for granted and broken down for expressing my appreciation a bit too much, as I'm an extremely passionate person for the people I value. I've been the toxic one in friendships and relationships by being "too much" or being too verbal, learning that it's better to be verbally quiet unless I'm in a comfortable place; home, with a friend, alone. I've never been the best at keeping myself in a stereotypical "perfect" box; paying more attention to taking care of others rather than myself, making my point known rather than shutting my mouth and being the "bigger person", and usually if I was asked about the smaller things in my life that I enjoy, I'll ramble for a while, which gets quite obnoxious. These are the things that may bring my anxiety to a very uncomfortable rate; embarrassment and irritation, hypocrites. I'd surrounded myself by people who would make fun of my copes, and make me feel as though even my coping mechanisms weren't of any use, in which I grew an abhorrence for them as well as myself. I would think that alone always meant lonely, as I'd become so codependent on the physical presence of others rather than knowing that I had myself to be confidently lost in. I've had friend groups that I'd never change for the world with an ending result of heartbreak and selfishness, them using their mental senses rather than their soul senses; kindness, value. They'd come into the doors of my mind, breaking the locks and bed frames, the beautiful china and gold cabinets. The few I was willing to set my life aside to please and love more than myself, and once these moments would come to a holt, in which they would no longer need my energy, I'd drained it completely, enough to where I could no longer give in to myself. I'd realized I'd let these empty seconds devour me instead of growing. I then flourished on the outside, only to do the same as before; I didn't learn, only flourished to the eye.

My vision then changed. I learned. I had invited myself to an open house of the messes, brightest moments, and destructive memories my doors held. Although small to the eye, miles of land lie behind the doors I didn't have enough energy to reach. But I did. I stayed awake, never letting these wretched, cold-hearted imposters who'd broken the locks and bed frames and the beautiful china and gold cabinets along the way stay between myself and my most favorable parts of the open house; the moments I'd valued the most throughout my youth and the things that kept me alive, still, yet only sane at some points. Instead of only flourishing to the eye, I have flourished inside for myself, evolving in all ways, being alone and not lonely, and being confidently lost in myself. I still struggle with my panic attacks, and they usually can not be controlled, but I have personally found a few coping mechanisms that are right for me and they work absolute wonders.

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The green labels will be something that we can all edit, just like purple. Green will be used for what we have learned and what actions we can take to help ourselves in our situation as well as teach and be there for others; what have you learned from how others have reacted to your story? How did you take this advice, and if used, what was the reaction? This will help us record your growth and ensure that we are helping!

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The purple labels will be for your own stories! We will go ahead and set up a few for you to title yourself and begin your story. If you wish to come back later and see who has responded to your story or add on, you can either continue editing on the same block, or you can connect your block to another one of yours to help others find your story if they are interested in reading more, and helping you. We have gone ahead and set up a few purple labels for you to use as well as others in an organized fashion.

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Blue labels are for the creators to tell their own stories to ensure more comfort for you; we believe that us being in a vulnerable position with you first may help you become comfortable with the site and expressing yourself!

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Orange labels are where we will be answering any questions about the site that are asked. We've gone ahead and set up a few for example. You can ask more by pressing the comment button to the right!

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The pink labels are introductions for the creators to welcome you!

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This was made for one particular reason: venting; speaking on your emotions and situations to help one another grow and learn, and possibly make new friends! We will also be color coordinating to make this an easier and more organized process for you! If you would like a question answered, or have an idea for us to help you feel more welcomed, please click the comment button on the explanation tabs below!

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Although we are anonymously based, we believe that verbal interaction should not matter on the person, but the mental strength of helping others revolutionize healthily and strongly. Being able to not only listen but understand someone's perspective as well as your own is a superpower that we can all learn through one another.

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As we move forward in our lives and recognize the smaller things that occur when humans come in reach of personal problems of another, we see that empathy is something that is needed globally, especially in our younger generations, and this could be the start. By giving accessibility to everyone as much as possible, we believe we can help others grow and learn about not only empathy, but mental health itself.

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A few days ago, I was presented with the idea of an empathy project in class at Forbush High. Of course, this would count as a grade, though I've become quite interested in the idea of helping others and showing empathy, even in the smallest way. I'd gathered a friend or two to help with some plan moves and ways to set the project up to where it would be available to as many people as possible if they feel the need to express their emotions or speak on situations they struggle with being in day by day. By showing others that their lives are valued and cared about by others and having options to safe places for their emotions, we can also learn ourselves about empathy and even self-appreciation.