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“I am, but I can’t help but wonder if I’m being ridiculous.” (Kelsey) “Your feelings are completely valid. No one can dictate if you’re being ridiculous or not, because they’re not in your head. They can’t understand your emotions like you can. With that being said, do you think you’re being ridiculous?” (Lottie)”

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Book:So Not Meant To Be
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Book:Green Psychology: Transforming our Relationship to the Earth
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