This essay hurts so much because there are words here naming feelings I refuse to process… and now I must because I know you are sitting here with me. This is what writing is all about.
wow you have rendered me introspective with your words. i’m sitting with them and rereading several times. i’m thinking of my older sister: my jaja: also the family archivist 🤍 in remembering them you remember yourself as well
My heart is with you, sis. I read these words with a prayer on my lips.
"eldest children are born historians. we catalog the fractures" I am taking this with me into my journal writing for the week.
This essay hurts so much because there are words here naming feelings I refuse to process… and now I must because I know you are sitting here with me. This is what writing is all about.
Mmmmmmm. I felt that so so so deeply. What an honor it is to be witnessed by you. To be in community in this way.
wow you have rendered me introspective with your words. i’m sitting with them and rereading several times. i’m thinking of my older sister: my jaja: also the family archivist 🤍 in remembering them you remember yourself as well
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you are truly truly gifted. wow.
I can hardly hold up under these words. Bethany Nicole. You are tilling the soil of griefs in my soul. It's not bad, it's hard, though.