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Flat on my Back

February 5, 20222 Comments

Knocked on my ass to look at my life.

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The Queen of Breaks

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Space to breathe.

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“…the sentiments we share are so touching, bloomed from a well of dripping emotion. In grief we can’t help but feel. We are transformed. We are tenderized in loss.
“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.”
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