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Man Up (A Song)

October 26, 2020October 29, 20201 Comment

A break up song...sort of.

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“I unfolded the topic delicately. Once my frustration had waned, and once she had veered from her chronic trauma back to an awareness of self. I gently handed her the feedback that moments before I wanted to slap her with. As caregiver you are expected to be soft, nurturing.”

“So this week I have had no shame. His passing is a force of nature, empowering me. I’ve said “fuck-it” to work and schedules and structures that don’t support me right now. Right now I need to feel the full force of this thing, and fuck any obligation that doesn’t agree. Fuck any norm that gets in the way of this process. Fuck any culture that says that sadness should be stuffed, and depression should be ignored. Fuck relationships that can't stand vulnerability. And fuck standards that break mental health, that take away my friends.”

My fitness trainer…

‘Is it really time to shake things up? It’s so much easier when I’m happy in the rut. Ruts are safe.

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“I unfolded the topic delicately. Once my frustration had waned, and once she had veered from her chronic trauma back to an awareness of self. I gently handed her the feedback that moments before I wanted to slap her with. As caregiver you are expected to be soft, nurturing.”

“So this week I have had no shame. His passing is a force of nature, empowering me. I’ve said “fuck-it” to work and schedules and structures that don’t support me right now. Right now I need to feel the full force of this thing, and fuck any obligation that doesn’t agree. Fuck any norm that gets in the way of this process. Fuck any culture that says that sadness should be stuffed, and depression should be ignored. Fuck relationships that can't stand vulnerability. And fuck standards that break mental health, that take away my friends.”

My fitness trainer…

‘Is it really time to shake things up? It’s so much easier when I’m happy in the rut. Ruts are safe.

Last night was the funnest😁

Back in the water, still a little cautious…stay low😅

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