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And the part people rarely admit is this: your politics expose the limits of your imagination long before they expose the limits of your intelligence.

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They show who you instinctively protect and who you're comfortable overlooking.
In the end it's not about sides at all.
It's about who you believe deserves care and who you quietly leave behind.

They show what you notice and what you choose to ignore.
They show the fears you inherited, the biases you never questioned, and the limits of the world you imagine for others.

Your political views aren't just opinions.
They reveal your values, your capacity for empathy, and the way you view other human beings.

You start to see that growth isn't about knowing more, it's about being brave enough to question what you were sure of.
And the more awake you become, the lonelier clarity feels, until you learn to stop expecting everyone to meet you there.

Not everyone wants awareness.
Some people just want relief.

Curiosity demands humility, and most egos won't survive that.

(Warpaint Journal)

If you feel torn between the heaviness and the beauty, you're not unstable.
You're human in the most honest way possible.

And somehow, with all that happening inside you, life still expects you to keep moving, run errands, answer texts, remember passwords, act functional while you're holding emotions that cancel each other out.
Here is the quiet truth behind it.

What no one prepares you for is the contradiction of it all. Feeling completely overwhelmed by life while still noticing the way light falls on a wall. Feeling broken by things you never talk about but showing up like nothing's wrong. Losing pieces of yourself and finding new ones on the same day.

One part of you is grieving something you can't even name, and another part is moved by the smallest, softest things for no reason at all.

The wildest part of being alive is realising that the world holds unbearable pain and unreal beauty at the exact same time. And we're carrying both in our chests every single day.

(Warpaint Journal)

perhaps the madness is necessary
idling normality
castrating complacency
we suffer for better truths

yes, it just..does

wishing you relief and replenishment from the anemia

Maybe it's not nostalgia. Maybe something in us collectively shifted, and now we're all just trying to find our footing in a version of life that never went back to normal. (3)

Time doesn't flow the same way anymore.
Days blur, months vanish, and people seem tired in ways they don't talk about. The air feels different, thinner somehow, more digital, less human. (2)

“Sometimes I think 2019 was the last year that felt real. Since then everything's felt slightly distorted, like we slipped into an alternate version of the world and no one ever said it out loud.” (1)

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“Therapy helps but let’s be clear. You can’t CBT your way out of capitalism. You can’t mindfulness your way out of racism. You can’t self care your way out of oppression. You can’t journal your way out of ableism. This isn’t about coping, it’s about deconstructing the systems.”

~ Briana Mills

We are pathologizing people for being affected by a world that is objectively unwell.
People are dissociating because it's unbearable.
People are anxious because they're paying attention.
People are depressed because they're stuck in systems that rob them of safety, connection, and hope.

N. Addesi