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Valuable Ashes
Regardless of who you were yesterday and are today. You are still valuable. Formerly "ThisHidingPony"
Valuable Ashes
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I feel that I have a lot of things I want to say about this, but I have a difficult time deciding exactly what to say. More so the words to say it.
Suicidal ideation is not unfamiliar to me. Leaped, in particular, resonates with some old memories of mine.
I want to say something comforting because I know the sort of place a work like this come from, but at the same time, my own experience being in that place has left me with a particular reluctance to say such comforts because while I was in such a place, hearing those things was painful in its own way: I couldn't help but hear them as hollow and meaningless, something others would say to selfishly preserve their own sense of compassion while simultaneously demanding of me to perform graciousness.
So it's difficult for me to play the other side of that exchange and not paralyze myself with anxiety over weather or not the things I want to say are such sweet nothings, or if my only option of sincere compassion is to speak only of myself in blind hope that my personal story can form a bridge sturdy enough at least to hold the weight something to the effect of "you're not alone."
Take care of yourself.
There's something ineffable about this story that has me hooked.
The more it develops, the more I see in it a delightful contradiction between themes of escape and captivity (the absurdist in me is fascinated by this), and the more I realize I have no idea where it's going. I know only that I want to see it keep going.
I think perhaps what I like most about it so far is the ambiguity of what's left unsaid. There's a tenseness that it evokes from the lack of closure—what happened? why did they break up? can it be salvaged? what now?—but the overall tone seems to imply that questions like those don't matter because there simply isn't any closure to be had.