Writing about this stuff here feels super weird sometimes- too far removed from the experience itself, maybe. I’m not sitting over here all chill and objective. This shit sucks and it’s hard. I understand I’m going to live through plenty more of my own autopsies, and I know this one is going to be rough because it’s… idk, subtle? That’s not the right word. It’s the stuff underlying my movement. The shadow work. Of course I couldn’t say it better than Jung. Whatever. There’s an end to this when I’m dead, I guess, but this is the learning process. I don’t want to be poisonous. I know what I’m capable of and I know there’s a lot I don’t know. I broke everything six years ago and decided to put myself back together better. That’s been the fucking goal and it’s just time to get back to work. I can do this.