Love to compartmentalize dread and grief because you know it's going to get much worse and right soon, but then have my subconscious hit me up with waves of guilt because I'm not sad enough.
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"You do you" is Eu-gen-ics. (beadsland@disabled.social)'s status on Monday, 05-Feb-2024 09:14:43 JST "You do you" is Eu-gen-ics.
@AnarchoNinaWrites Have said before, will say again, mourning is a place of power.
The challenge is that we lack to adequate tools to exercise that power effectively. (This, ofc, is by design.)
So we try, with what spoons we may have, to bury it, to bury ourselves, in casket compartments. At once reinforcing and compromising those walls through shame and guilt.
Yet such power wants not to stay buried.
"Something there is that doesn’t love a wall..."