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for days I've been feeling so tired & tearful & easily woundable. I know im being uncommunicative and distant and so letting everyone down. and the mental health takes are all a bit much rn. I feel so knackered with the prospect of living in these conditions forever when things could be so much lovelier. everything I am expected to do feels a bit insurmountable. and I don't know how to say, I am sad, I need help, or any of the things you are supposed to say

i keep thinking about when i was a stranger to my own body ! and i would see my body and have this jolting sadness that was not really to do with ugliness but more to do with alienation. and my voice never sounded like it was telling the truth, or the kind of truth i wanted to tell . my whole life was full of blind spots. i didn’t have the words for half the things i knew deep inside me were true, and definitely not for the things i desired. i didnt even know the kind of love i was missing. thats why i know feminism saved my life !!!!!!!!!!!!!