I’m reading a book The Pink Hotel by Liska Jacobs and in between pages I’m watching an HBO series that came out 2018 Sharp Objects. Both the book and the series are suffocated with heat and languor. Both are slow paced and present a growing sense of damage of true deep violence. Both show the wide disparity between those with money and those without. Both have troubled my sleep but I keep going forward as I have been taught. I am caught up in this atmosphere of damp palm fronds and orchids and tall glasses of sweet tea dripping condensation. I’ve carried my own little cloud for the past week lost in both stories and my own.
This takes my breath away. I am, like Mary and Rosemarie, glad that you have done this for yourself. I think of my Sophie and her mouth that must be forced open in order to clean, how I feel deficient somehow, when I don't take her to the dentist often enough because it's so difficult, so expensive, so traumatic. I ramble. Your story is yours, and you've told it here and we are holding it as friends, lovers, artists.
This could possibly be the most important thing you've ever done for yourself. I would tell you how much I hate the people that propagated such violence against you but that hardly begins to cover the rage I feel. My god, you are strong. You are the bravest person I know. I love you in the deepest parts of my bones.
Ah Rebecca. It hurts my heart how some horizons are limited by the inability to afford good dental care. I’ve seen it again and again. So much shame tangled up in this story too. So much hurt. I am so glad you’re doing this for yourself. It is restoration, something so much more profound than self care. I love you.
This takes my breath away. I am, like Mary and Rosemarie, glad that you have done this for yourself. I think of my Sophie and her mouth that must be forced open in order to clean, how I feel deficient somehow, when I don't take her to the dentist often enough because it's so difficult, so expensive, so traumatic. I ramble. Your story is yours, and you've told it here and we are holding it as friends, lovers, artists.
This could possibly be the most important thing you've ever done for yourself. I would tell you how much I hate the people that propagated such violence against you but that hardly begins to cover the rage I feel. My god, you are strong. You are the bravest person I know. I love you in the deepest parts of my bones.
Ah Rebecca. It hurts my heart how some horizons are limited by the inability to afford good dental care. I’ve seen it again and again. So much shame tangled up in this story too. So much hurt. I am so glad you’re doing this for yourself. It is restoration, something so much more profound than self care. I love you.