<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[living life a mannequin]]></title><description><![CDATA[Living Life Unscripted and Authentic]]></description><link>https://www.livinglifeasamannequin.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2026 22:18:45 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.livinglifeasamannequin.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Depression is a Virtue]]></title><description><![CDATA[I think in some ways depression is a virtue. Other times I think it’s a curse. Living with this thing inside of myself that I will never be able to get rid of. A chemical imbalance they say. Some mornings when I wake, I think I can’t do it. That it’s something that I’m prolonging in hopes that it will get better but in fact, it never will. Something that will get easier. I think of giving up. I think of giving up more than I think of carrying on. But if every person in this world was to give...]]></description><link>https://www.livinglifeasamannequin.com/post/depression-is-a-virtue</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6aa5b3c31be24c419fd1994e</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2026 20:21:34 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_2164bcd852ca4ad49bc243b78bb33644~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>anonymous</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What if the Life I am waiting on is being consumed by the act of waiting on it?]]></title><description><![CDATA[What if the life I am waiting on is being consumed by the act of waiting on it? For all my life, I have wondered my purpose. My reasoning for being on this earth. I’ve gone through stages of life that nobody, especially not someone my age, should ever go through. I have been through the wreckages of life with all their might. I’ve lost my friends, my loved ones but I also lost myself along the way. Who am I? I search in the Library of ‘what ifs’. I see stories where I win the lottery and I...]]></description><link>https://www.livinglifeasamannequin.com/post/embracing-vulnerability-your-story-matters</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6aa5a5a9f448a9cd17b69d87</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2026 19:19:05 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_af08b33283f84700a1a7e43e90c07ebd~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>anonymous</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Made of Glass]]></title><description><![CDATA[A Short Story. I could break any minute. Just one touch and I might shatter into a million pieces. I am made of glass, yet I take the risk of being broken. On the outside, I look like your average person: a happy young child rooting for the world around her. But each night when I return home, I must glue my fragments back together from where people have pulled me apart. Three simple words can break you as much as they can heal you; are you okay? They ask. Perfect. I say every single time. I...]]></description><link>https://www.livinglifeasamannequin.com/post/overcoming-isolation-join-our-community-today</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6aa5a5a7571318e8c9e7af2c</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2026 19:19:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_d3a767b68f3e40a0acd68fcf60696203~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>anonymous</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>