The Call is to Be Myself to the Nth Degree. The Call is to Follow My Heart. The Call is to Be A Heartist. The Call is to Be An Outlier. The Call is to Take Care of the Edges. The Call is to Heal So Freakishly Deep, Deeper than the Parents and the Grandparents. Because I Survived Three Suicide Attempts, Which is the Same Amount My Aunt Survived. And Shamans Don't Try to Kill Themselves, They Try To Kill the Old Versions of Themselves. It's Not the Me That is Sick, It Is and Has Always Been Society. It's Not My Mother Who Keeps Me From Her. It's What Makes Life So Difficult that Keeps Us From Each Other. Whenever I Feel the Hurt, Which is More Often These Days, I Understand that I Cannot Will It Away - As Much as I Want To -- I Have to Hug It. I think this is what we really do get wrong about Society and about Healing. NONE OF US ARE GOING AWAY. NO ONE IS GOING AWAY. WE HAVE TO ACCEPT THAT EVERYONE IS STAYING. EVERY SINGLE BEAUTIFUL AND UGLY PART OF EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US. And we are here. We are stuck here. So what is in our control? I have to cry. I won't let anything or anyone talk me out of my tears. Because they are there. I physically feel them. Accept and Let Them Pass. And Onto the Next! And WEE! And I share the things that help my Nervous System Reset.
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