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Peanuts aren't nuts! They're seeds!
- Jan 21, 2021
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As I write my own pieces, I have discovered that those are two different things. It just feels odd because usually when we write letters, we censor a lot BECAUSE it is a 2 way communication. In this case, I will never receive the response. It is so strange. People usually want their last words to be nice so they are remembered well. But I am not feeling nice haha.. most of us are not.
Writing them for ourselves means revealing the honest brutal truth that will hurt the living. What difference does it make if I am dead? This feels a bit cruel. They cant help me anymore. Is this selfish? My reality WILL hurt people.
Writing for others means comfortable to digest notes that will make it easier for them to go on? But they will never know the full truth and I will never have spoken my reality. This feels like doing "good" and helping the ones who are still alive and taking everything to the grave with me.
Here is what I mean.
trigger warning
One specific small example of eating-
For the living-
I can no longer eat, I am struggling with food. It is too painful for me to live in my body. I have very severe PTSD and, despite treatment and support, I cannot go on. My life is beyond what I can bear. Please trust me and accept this, for your own sake.
For me-
I can no longer eat because I cannot bear anything touching me. After having been repeatedly assaulted by my partner I loved and trusted, I hate anything touching my lips because I still smell him. Eating LITERALLY brings me back to him raping my mouth. I cry every time I eat or drink. It has been over 5 months of this NON STOP. My therapist has had to bring up a fucking feeding tube because I have lost a dangerous amount of weight- I woke up on the floor of my kitchen one day after not having eaten for days in a row. None of my clothes fit me- everything is too loose. I cannot tolerate living this way. I need to rest- I deserve peace. I never want anyone to touch me. Many of you failed me- many of you disappeared when I told you I was assaulted. I have been quite alone during one of the most difficult times of my life. I want to leave and I need my body to be with the earth.
Do you feel the difference?
Writing them for ourselves means revealing the honest brutal truth that will hurt the living. What difference does it make if I am dead? This feels a bit cruel. They cant help me anymore. Is this selfish? My reality WILL hurt people.
Writing for others means comfortable to digest notes that will make it easier for them to go on? But they will never know the full truth and I will never have spoken my reality. This feels like doing "good" and helping the ones who are still alive and taking everything to the grave with me.
Here is what I mean.
trigger warning
One specific small example of eating-
For the living-
I can no longer eat, I am struggling with food. It is too painful for me to live in my body. I have very severe PTSD and, despite treatment and support, I cannot go on. My life is beyond what I can bear. Please trust me and accept this, for your own sake.
For me-
I can no longer eat because I cannot bear anything touching me. After having been repeatedly assaulted by my partner I loved and trusted, I hate anything touching my lips because I still smell him. Eating LITERALLY brings me back to him raping my mouth. I cry every time I eat or drink. It has been over 5 months of this NON STOP. My therapist has had to bring up a fucking feeding tube because I have lost a dangerous amount of weight- I woke up on the floor of my kitchen one day after not having eaten for days in a row. None of my clothes fit me- everything is too loose. I cannot tolerate living this way. I need to rest- I deserve peace. I never want anyone to touch me. Many of you failed me- many of you disappeared when I told you I was assaulted. I have been quite alone during one of the most difficult times of my life. I want to leave and I need my body to be with the earth.
Do you feel the difference?
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