This story left me bereft... the casual way the news was relayed, and what it meant. The hope, shattered. The way you sang it carried me, though.... for we must sing, we MUST. And I'm so damn proud of the fact that you're heeding the call to step away from social media- I have elimated 95% of my time there for the same reason, and I have no regrets. Thank you for this aching essay today. ❤️
I'm left bawling over my keyboard. I have no consolation to offer, but I see you, I see the young you, I see all this means. I see what it meant. I see how the belief in your own worth and the worth of doomed life matters more than perhaps anything else in this world. And I bow to this truth that will never die.
I hope, even as you step away from public visibility/performance (good for you), that you know you are not alone. I am so grateful you're here.
This story left me bereft... the casual way the news was relayed, and what it meant. The hope, shattered. The way you sang it carried me, though.... for we must sing, we MUST. And I'm so damn proud of the fact that you're heeding the call to step away from social media- I have elimated 95% of my time there for the same reason, and I have no regrets. Thank you for this aching essay today. ❤️
It's in the telling of our stories, we get to sing. I'm glad your stepping back has been serving you well.
I'm left bawling over my keyboard. I have no consolation to offer, but I see you, I see the young you, I see all this means. I see what it meant. I see how the belief in your own worth and the worth of doomed life matters more than perhaps anything else in this world. And I bow to this truth that will never die.
I hope, even as you step away from public visibility/performance (good for you), that you know you are not alone. I am so grateful you're here.
Yes. It matters. The singing matters. Thank you for being here.
May your time away give you what you need. ❤️