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nobody talks about how ugly taking care of yourself can be

“…I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting—”

Giethoorn in Netherlands has no roads or any modern transportation at all, only canals. Well, and 176 bridges too. Tourists have to leave their cars outside of the village and travel here by foot or boat by. So you can probably imagine how peaceful it is here.

I will endure this stillness, the smoldering hours that continue to erase me, as though by my birth I have broken a pact, that I remain invisible and small.

“Grief is a nation of everyone, a country without borders. I roam the avenues of it out of habit.”

“To whom it may concern: Today, I am alive.”

“I grew angry and cursed, with the curse of silence, the river, and the lilies, and the wind, and the forest, and the heaven, and the thunder, and the sighs of the water-lilies.”

“You’re about to overcome something you’ve been dealing with. Your mind and heart will soon be at peace again. The weight is being lifted off of you right now. Breathe. Be patient. Everything will be okay.”