On Dying While Still Alive
Today feels like a good day to start writing publicly. Not because things are clear. Not because I’ve arrived somewhere. But because today feels like the day I’m finally dying... Not physically, but on a soul level. For the last 37 years of my life, there have been parts of me I believed were me: my personality, my way of loving others, my way of belonging with friends and in social groups and my way of surviving in this world. These where parts I trusted, parts I relied on and parts of me I...
