"What comes after will not be like what came before" says Donna Haraway, and I'm still figuring out how to survive, blend, morph, and to stay with the ragged joy of ordinary living and dying.
I've been struggling with my mental health since I remember, but just now I realize what I'm experiencing is bigger than me. All the anxiety, rage, dysmorphia, sadness I feel, they're not just mine: we're all human without refuge.
I followed different paths, from therapy to shamanism to drugs to psychotropic.
This is my ongoing journey while I try to commit to myself.
