the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

… at the level of repetition, taking in and repeating, while gaining no insight, no metabolizing, no integration.

When you become more human, not less, anything less is an offense. ❤️‍🩹💔

After decades of chronic instrumentalization, you begin to experience a unique type of grief.

Does anyone see me?

Or do they just see through me?

I respect our authority, but you can’t command me in this here hierarchy. ☀️

The mirror can be a cruel but intentional teacher. Reflecting back what you must see to painfully grow.