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Someone I knew died this year. The people who loved him grieved loudly. They shared photographs. Saved belongings. Got tattoos. Wrote about regret, strained relationships, and how badly they wished for just a few more minutes with him. I watched from a distance, and I felt nothing about his passing. I stayed quiet. Death has… Read more
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There’s a particular sting that comes with realizing I missed the ⚠️ warning signs ⚠️ — the red flags 🚩🚩🚩practically waving like parade banners while I smiled and said, “No, no, they’re probably just having a rough day.” It’s not stupidity, and it’s not willful blindness. It’s my reflex to hope. I want to see… Read more
