I wanted to write to you sooner, but I couldn’t locate the words. And I understand I’m under no obligation to share, but have found myself wanting.
This place is familiar. I found myself in before, last year, but in a much different way as I sorted through grief. The personal grief of losing my uncle and the collective grief of the state of this world, and now wading through these emotions in another way I never really expected.
It’s taken weeks to process enough, to let the dust settle enough for the first rays of clarity to appear. The words that sank like rocks in my gut have slowly began to get lighter and rise to the surface of my being.
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