putting myself first. and not just in the easy ways. not just in the ways that people applaud and understand. sometimes it鈥檚 saying no, it鈥檚 setting a hard boundary, it鈥檚 breaking tradition and it鈥檚 ugly and sad and hard and exhausting. but i鈥檓 fucking doing it.
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i deactivated the fundraiser just now. and cried. not because the donations ended, but because it means that this is over, that this is my normal now. except nothing is normal. some days i feel nothing and some days i feel everything, but every day i hurt. physically hurt. i don鈥檛 know how to do this. i don鈥檛 know how to navigate the logistics, the grief, the other people who want to help but can鈥檛. i guess no one would know how to do this. and people have been so supportive, they鈥檙e here to help, but at the end of the day it鈥檚 me. i have to do the things. i鈥檝e been putting this off for weeks, and now i know why. tonight i鈥檓 feeling everything. and tomorrow i have to wake up and do it all over again, commanding my feelings not to be felt so that i can get through the day and check off the boxes. i鈥檓 fucking exhausted.
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