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on being as I am + many pauses
And I thought I found the key.
a tangent about my voice + a few sad moments
Do I want to be alive? I do.
On memories going away, coming back, and coming out
The past is here. And I can't escape.
I'm a beet, and I'm cold — this is how vulnerability feels in my body when I share experiences around suicidality and grief.
Flashbacks continue. I come up for air.
How I feel about sharing my chapter on grief, trauma, suicide, and survivor's guilt
What the fuck is grief? It made me time travel and confront my own painful memories.
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