I didn’t this time

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I didn't write about conference this October. Because I didn't watch it. I couldn't watch it. 

I'm struggling that bad with where I'm at with things. 

I'm not seeing or hearing changes on social media. On purpose right now.

I heard about the temple announced in CDA because I was texted about it.

And I feel okay this time.

I’ll read more when I’m up for it.

I know there’s others that feel the same way. 

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