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There’s something that’s holding you back, isn’t there?

Maybe your parents weren’t kind or supportive, and you’re still trying to prove you’re worthy of their affection. Maybe you were bullied or abused, and a part of you still believes the taunts. Maybe you made some poor decisions in life and you worry you always will.

You don’t dwell on it much. After all, we all have our hurts and you’re just trying to move on. But the more you try to bury the pain and shame, the heavier the load you have to carry becomes.

Tim Lawrence understands your pain. He’s been experiencing it most of his life.

Tim was diagnosed with cerebral palsy, essentially a massive stroke, at birth and nearly died. As is common for those with the condition, he also suffers from epilepsy. Given up for adoption, he went through years of intensive therapy followed by occasional and massive setbacks.

Tim’s life could have easily been a typical tough luck story–a guy who just never catches a break. Instead, he is living one of the most inspiring and authentic lives I know.

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Editor’s note: The following is a guest post by Tara Schiller. Although most of us aren’t anywhere close to financial freedom, I think you’ll find these suggestions make sense no matter how much money you currently have in the bank.

We all want to be financially free, right?

I mean, who wants to be told what to do, where to go, when to wake up, and who to be? In fact, we value freedom so much it’s considered an essential human need.

So how could there be a downside to something as wonderful as being free?

Well these 5 challenges may surprise you.

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I thought I would break.

I felt overwhelmed. Over my head. I thought the pressure to deliver on my own promises would engulf me.

I don’t even remember what I was working on at the time. All I wanted to do was curl up in bed until everyone forgot about me and what I said I’d do. Which would never work, because the only person who was actually tapping her foot and demanding more results was me.

That night, I attended a party where we were all instructed to write notes of encouragement to our future selves. The party organizer would return our letters in six months time.

Frankly, it all felt a little hokey to me, but I played along.

Here’s what I wrote: