This is a talk about grief in all its forms. It's a talk about losing my mom, and feeling like I failed her in the moments after her death. It's about finding three expensive, very similar black sweaters hanging in her closet, and why that broke my heart. It’s about being at war within yourself, and why it’s so important to try to find some peace and forgiveness - not just for your own wellbeing, but for everyone around you.
It’s also about who we say we are versus who we’re being in the world. Sometimes it’s hard to read people, and sometimes they telegraph exactly who they are and what they want. It’s about the innocence of a four-year-old, and why that’s worth fighting for - whether we’re talking about the four-year-olds walking and talking in the world around us, or the ones who still exist inside us.
And it’s about hyper-normalization and why it matters that we all fight against it, stay awake, and hold onto hope.
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