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When It Feels Like a Million Papercuts — Keep Going Beloveds… The pot is being stirred. Not just for you. For all of us. The pressure is real. The collective heart is tender. And you might feel like you’re unraveling. Every fear. Every insecurity. Every hidden shadow. All of it is rising now. It’s sharp. It’s raw. It feels like a million papercuts to the spirit. Tiny stings that don’t bleed, but ache in places you thought were healed. The kind of ache that makes even simple tasks feel like mount