i told you, you write so well. i love the masks. i love the story has not ended. But i can’t understand this feeling that you need to belong that you need to be seen. Isn’t this just your small self talking?
It sure is, but somehow, I refuse to treat that small self as an enemy to get past - more like an aspect of myself with special needs that requires extra tending. Much like the experience of raising a neurodivergent toddler, which has been my reality for the last couple of years. Every single day is challenging in its own way, and there’s no script that works for everyone.
You ask about the price of belonging, but I wonder if the real question is: what are we buying?
A ticket to a play where we are both the lead actor and the captive audience?
The exhaustion you describe is the toll for that ticket, paid daily in moments of quiet rage.
i told you, you write so well. i love the masks. i love the story has not ended. But i can’t understand this feeling that you need to belong that you need to be seen. Isn’t this just your small self talking?
It sure is, but somehow, I refuse to treat that small self as an enemy to get past - more like an aspect of myself with special needs that requires extra tending. Much like the experience of raising a neurodivergent toddler, which has been my reality for the last couple of years. Every single day is challenging in its own way, and there’s no script that works for everyone.
Oh i agree with you. This small self does require nurturing and attention. It most definitely is not the enemy.
Woah... did i ever need to hear this today, as I sit in my car absolutely lost.... wondering how much more of this i can take.
Violeta, your words feel like a page taken from my book of life.
Thank you
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You and I both Hilary. I'm right here in this with you my friend. 💜