“Each believed that God was on his side, for no one raises a hand without convincing himself first that he is right.”
Andrew Krivak
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I want my life to be my own.
I fear that I am my greatest antithesis. Others can, and have, caused issues, but as I get closer to peace, I always find myself as the final obstacle. Peace is not a thing I’m great at. Facing one’s trauma is one thing, but unlearning the negative parts of yourself that got you through those… Read more
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To find an equilibrium of care and progress.
I’m trying to be considerate of myself. I may feel better, but I am not my mind alone. I’ve never been considerate of my body. That my body is also me, not simply something I occupy, and it needs to heal as well. It’s been exhausting; I’ve been exhausted. But I know this is part… Read more
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I am not simply a weighted, darkened soul. I am more.
Pain is a curious thing. I would not say I am past it, but I know I am much farther than I was when I started. Clarity like this will make you realize that you weren’t living before. That only now you are really living. I hate that a bit. A part of me ires… Read more
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Never alone in the woods of all.
Harm is interesting. It has the power to define a person, but can also be rendered to a story alone. I was certain all that had happened would define me. And, though I still believe a hereditary madness is desperate to claim another of my line. For the first time, I have hope. As I… Read more
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I release you. In a way, I now understand.
Dear June, I’m sorry I didn’t save you. I’m sorry, I couldn’t. In these moments, I find I morn most—not what happened—but that I didn’t get to know you. You were not simply my mother. You were a woman who likely feared as I did. I imagine you were as scared as I. You were… Read more
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The weight that you cared more.
It was nearing spring break of my sophomore year. Since the call in November, I had been home every Saturday, and wallowed every Sunday. I skipped so many plans. I felt myself distancing from my roommates, my friends, and everyone. I wasn’t there; I couldn’t blame them. They always asked. There were talks of taking… Read more