Author: Kristin Helser
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aftermath of an overdose
Whoever came up with the idea that grief is composed of five stages is full of shit. Grieving doesn’t come in stages, with a finite resolution. Grief is a cyclical, torturous process.
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some observations
I’m sitting in a cafe. It’s the middle of the day, just after 1:00. Funny thing about observing people, you sit and wonder what goes on in these lives, these lives you may only witness for a total of five minutes.
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quiescence
The price you pay for distance and growth is familiarity. In the absence of familiarity, we are forced to do things we are not used to. It is not an easy task, but I suppose it’s one that is worth the cost.
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comfort & joy
Christmas used to be about surrounding yourself with loved ones, sitting next to your favorite relative at dinner, singing carols around the piano; funny how we used to wish for things like bikes and dolls, now we only wish to feel that young again.
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my thoughts on failure & its shitty connotation
It took me a long time to realize that I am not just my mistakes. Do mistakes shape us? Sure they do, but a person is so much more than a letter grade, or a bad review, or one serious fuck up.
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closure, or lack thereof
If you would have told me everything that was going to happen in the past three years, not only would I not have believed you, I probably would have laughed in your face.
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here’s to vulnerability
For someone who likes writing so much, you’d think I would finally think of something to write about. But, much to my surprise, it’s hard. The reality is I have a lot to write about, but I am so afraid of what I want to write about that I am getting in my own way.
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a tribute to my younger self
I learned early on that I had the ability to make someone feel happy. I wanted to use that power as often as possible. To this day, I still slip jokes into most conversations. I think younger me would love that I never stopped trying to make people laugh.
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my attempt at authenticity
Here I am, going against my better nature and spilling my guts onto a page for many eyes other than my own. I am putting myself in this position to be judged and ridiculed by strangers on the internet, for one purpose: to learn about myself.
love always, kristin 