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October 11, 2021October 11, 2021Leave a comment

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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.

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“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.”

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