Sobre el duelo ~link a los ejercicios somáticos y otras prácticas para transitar el duelo: /grief-toolkit/#3 [La distorsión del audio no es intencional 😅 pero el resto del video sí así que lo dejo✨]
There were many things that were complicated about living in the US. Working in the library wasn’t one. I love the library and how content it made me, I had the chance to learn a lot at my own pace, the luck of working with people that always made me laugh, and never came back home mad, and even if I was tired sometimes, knowing I was part and helping in something I adore so much, so deeply felt rewarding. Here my heart expanded, kindness was always present, bright. For a while I thought I couldn’t have a home in US, but girl I did! 💖
Austin,
The city I wasn’t planning. Living in the suburbs, working for a while in jobs I didn’t like, incapable of communicating what I was truly thinking, truly feeling. It felt like a trap. And it was.
The city where I screamed in hallways. The city where I met my rage.
The place that saw me lose 11 pounds and gave me the resources to recover and finally heal my relationship with food. Where I first tried acupuncture (and cried, cried, cried, cried). Where I started eating meat again. The city of brisket and mac and cheese. The city of the haunting heat.
The city where I fell in love with a job and was incredibly corny about it. I took books home every day, felt like the world was a hopeful place again because libraries exist and I was working at one, seeing the effect that had on people.
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Doctor A said: read self-help books.
Doctor B said: take antidepressants.
Doctor C said: your energy is low, you need to sweat.
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I felt like a ghost sometimes, completely lost, no blood. I watched so many shows, cried less, fought more. I let my hair grow.
A city, a punishment, a quest, a hell, a heaven—you are so weird. Thank you, thank you, Austin. 🌅