"Boycott your abuser friends"
Seen in Paris
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I think about this once a day.
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Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
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on loneliness, After Cameron Awkward-Rich, Dante Émile
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The Path by Michael Puett and Christine Gross-Loh
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Here I sit, at 2:36am, on the floor of the home I built with my now ex partner. The makeshift bedroom/lounge room is stacked precariously with all of the little pieces of the last 6 years of my life.
I didn’t plan for this; of course I didn’t. Our tender love shaped my life like the current of coursing river. As quickly as our lives melded together, so too did the disentanglement. The entirety of my adult life, defined so deeply by our intimacy, has dissolved between my fingers. We were the candy floss, and your anger and my mental illness were the water. Neither of us realised just how delicate the relationship was, of course, until it had long since fallen apart.
I can see the next bend in the river of my life, and I know it will be defined by hardship and grief. I welcome it. The self soothing behaviours I have justified for so long have been defining my life, and I exist little outside the four walls of my home.
It reminds me of a recommendation from a therapist when I was much younger; resist against the anxious tendency to make your life smaller. She explained, although it starts with cancelling plans with friends and deciding to do distance education, it can quickly snowball into a life in which one is terrified to leave the perimeter of their home, room, or bed. This proved to be an anxious tendency I have frequented for years. The last few months (dare I say, years) have been suffocated under a haze of weed, sleep and food. I thought I was allowing myself to cope. I now realise by reducing the input into my world, I was taking away my ability to cope.
I’ve shaved my head and I’m moving cities. I’m going back to university and pursuing creative endeavours. I will have little more than clothing, books, records and a yoga mat to my name. I am individual, I am whole, I am healing.
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