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Blood in His Tracks (Indigo Grownups) - Signs and Sirens
I have come to accept my sadness as holy. I don’t mean to fetishize depression. I don’t even think the great grief I experience is depression–it’s situationally appropriate and does not rise up to wall me from my day, duties, you. But I think of my sadness—this heavy, grave stillness—as holy because it is true […]
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