reading this as I get ready for bed (it's 1am here) on the eve of my 30th bday. struggling a lot more than i ever thought I would, my life is not what I thought it would be and I wouldn't change it but I also find it so hard to accept it. a hard conundrum. I appreciate anything that helps me come to terms, first, with feeling the way I do—the only thing I can hopefully control until the D-day. thank you.
This is such a refreshing read, unique with a distinctive style and, of course, a fabulous message. There's a tendency distance to ourselves from big bad feelings such as grief but it's normal and so, healthy. Thanks for embracing it and reminding me to 💕
Agggh yes yes yes. The art of letting go in life is impossible to master without properly grieving everything that you are trying to leave where it lies x
43 little and not so little deaths this August. Deaths I never thought I'd experience include the dozens I've lived through since my MS diagnosis in 2011 - my plans, career goals, my ability to hike, for a while my ability to write, many of my dreams. I planted new seeds and dreams on their ashes and graves.
A Mexican psychologist I met years ago taught me about their 3 deaths. The first when you are told that you’re dying. The second when you physically die and the third death is the last time anyone says your name.
I’ve seen how difficult the first death can be for some folks and how telling them you will find ways to keep the third death as far in the future as possible
Getting older than a friend who’s no longer here is the craziest feeling. I wish there was a word for when the world keeps moving forward but someone else is frozen in time. All I can think of is that it feels uncanny but that still doesn’t seem like the right word.
I get SO excited about turning older and looking older - I celebrated when I found a singular grey hair and was slightly sad that my red dye job inevitably covers it up every 6-8 weeks. Getting older is a privilege and I feel excited by it in my soul. Do i still feel tiny deaths? All the time, but I am also beyond excited for the events and adventures that are laid out in front of me.
reading this as I get ready for bed (it's 1am here) on the eve of my 30th bday. struggling a lot more than i ever thought I would, my life is not what I thought it would be and I wouldn't change it but I also find it so hard to accept it. a hard conundrum. I appreciate anything that helps me come to terms, first, with feeling the way I do—the only thing I can hopefully control until the D-day. thank you.
This was such a beautiful post to wake up to this morning 💜
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this is such a beautiful post 😭 it reminds me to love the mundane things in life
This is such a refreshing read, unique with a distinctive style and, of course, a fabulous message. There's a tendency distance to ourselves from big bad feelings such as grief but it's normal and so, healthy. Thanks for embracing it and reminding me to 💕
Agggh yes yes yes. The art of letting go in life is impossible to master without properly grieving everything that you are trying to leave where it lies x
Absolutely in love with this post. The most beautiful and relatable piece. More!!!
I love this!!! so much!! u have healed me.
43 little and not so little deaths this August. Deaths I never thought I'd experience include the dozens I've lived through since my MS diagnosis in 2011 - my plans, career goals, my ability to hike, for a while my ability to write, many of my dreams. I planted new seeds and dreams on their ashes and graves.
In French is not “La petit morte” “the little death” an orgasm?
reading and making it to the part that says, “what a privilege it is to have made it this far”…resonates. It is the little things.
A Mexican psychologist I met years ago taught me about their 3 deaths. The first when you are told that you’re dying. The second when you physically die and the third death is the last time anyone says your name.
I’ve seen how difficult the first death can be for some folks and how telling them you will find ways to keep the third death as far in the future as possible
love this!
Getting older than a friend who’s no longer here is the craziest feeling. I wish there was a word for when the world keeps moving forward but someone else is frozen in time. All I can think of is that it feels uncanny but that still doesn’t seem like the right word.
Loved this one.
Thank you for this today <3
I get SO excited about turning older and looking older - I celebrated when I found a singular grey hair and was slightly sad that my red dye job inevitably covers it up every 6-8 weeks. Getting older is a privilege and I feel excited by it in my soul. Do i still feel tiny deaths? All the time, but I am also beyond excited for the events and adventures that are laid out in front of me.