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this has been the most terrible year to be alive.
I am only 22: how does life become manageable, from here on out?
how do you cope with death of the ones you knew? of the ones who touched your life?
does it come easier with time?
does it come easier with frequency?
or is it understanding that comes clearer, in time?
there must be a separation from soul and body. there must be - in order to progress.
I can still stand. The sorrows build, but don’t consume. I have to stand on my own two feet. I miss you dearly. This is infuriatingly unfair. But I miss you dearly.
what a terrible time to be living
Women who have experienced this can recognize that placating these men is a rational choice, a form of self-defense to protect against setting off an aggressor. But to male bystanders, it often looks like a warm welcome, and that helps to shift blame in the public eye from the harasser and onto his target, who’s failed to respond with the type of masculine bravado that men more easily recognize.
Romanticisation of Mental Illness, Kelsey Weaver