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Hello everyone,

Writing and sharing my mental health journey has been a deeply personal and healing process. If you’ve found comfort, insight, or connection in my words, I want you to know that your presence here already means so much to me.

That said, if you ever feel moved to support my work in a small way, I’ve set up a Ko-fi page where you can leave a tip, just like buying me a warm cup of coffee. No pressure at all. Truly. Only if it feels right to you, from the heart.

Your kindness, whether through messages, shares, or tips, helps me continue doing this work with love and intention.

💛 You can visit my Ko-fi page here: Support Me on Ko-fi ✨

Every bit of support, no matter the size, is deeply appreciated.


Thank you for walking this path with me.


With all my heart,

-Joie

Location: Canada

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How Journaling Helped Me Heal

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