Trigger warning: This piece (and video) contains frank discussion of depression and self-injury.
The other day, I was celebrating my classes being over by sitting on my couch in my pajamas all day, watching TV, catching up on all the Internet goodness I’d missed while working on papers, and in general being lazy, sloppy, and a little smelly. I was in a good mood. In my Internet wanderings, I happened across a link to Pink’s video for “F*cking Perfect,” which I had not seen:
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One of the curses of love is that if you love someone enough, their pain becomes your pain. Friends, family members, significant others: the more people you love, the more chances you have to get your heart broken. I’m speaking specifically of grief. In 2010, I had occasion to watch more than one person I love (as it happens, close friends) deal with a devastating loss. These weren’t my losses; I was a spectator, a participant in the grieving process rather than a grieving person myself. Read More Loving and Grieving