you always understood
a woman will return looking for the girl she once was
i’ve been going through one of the worst depressive episodes i’ve ever experienced. my brain is so foggy and fuzzy that it’s hard to express myself at all. so i’ve been reading and referring back to pieces of literature that bring me comfort and make me feel a little more alive when i feel like a ghost.
i hope this bring you some comfort as well, wherever you are in the world, regardless of what you are going through. i hope that through these words i have found comfort in, you feel a little more seen. and just as importantly, a little more alive.
But sadness is real because it meant something real. It meant dignified, grave; it meant trustworthy; it meant exceptionally bad, deplorable, shameful; it meant massive, weighty, forming a compact body; it meant falling heavily; and it meant of a color: dark. It meant dark in color, to darken. It meant me. I felt sad.”
— claudia rankine, “don’t let me be lonely: an american lyric”
I am being joyful in this very instant because I refuse to be defeated: so I love. As an answer. Impersonal love, it love, is love: even the love that doesn’t work out, even the love that ends.
— clarice lispector, agua viva
Hi Ethaney, thank you for sharing these. I hope you feel better soon. I sometimes listen to this reading Mary Oliver did and it brings a lot of comfort, especially in the morning <3
https://youtu.be/zsr3ZZzH-MA
Thank you always for sharing your vulnerabilities and thoughtfulness. Your writing helps me feel less alone inside and I hope that sharing your thoughts helps you too. I was having/in a similar mood last week, slowly emerging from it this week. Your collection of poetry and writing today helps me feel understood, buoys me up a little.. sending you so much appreciation for being you.