to my fellow mourners
i cried earlier, till my whole face was tears. but it's okay to be happy after, too.
make room for it all go through you, if you can. you're only dwelling if you've already run the course of your feelings.
After the Winter, by Claude McKay
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/claude-mckay
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52818/after-the-winter
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They buried the lede on this new study. It's not that exercise beats out SSRIs for depression treatment, but that *just* dancing has the largest effect of *any treatment* for depression.
That's kind of beautiful.
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I gave my map away, but it's time to push and pull, change and ~~kill your past~~. Oh... To know the catharsis of loving again reminds us of how much we bled. This heart wasn't made for loving anyone, but now I know where I am. I make my own path.