I've always tried to dull my sadness by consuming media. Obsessively finishing books in a day transformed into binge-watching tv shows and then into compulsive doom scrolling while trying to pay attention to the latest HBO show. My brain is finally quiet now but at what cost? Is it possible to care but not be sad? To be aware and still happy? So far, my answer is no.
thank you so much. you've articulated something i have felt for a long time but have never been able to describe. diane's monologue about her sadness felt like a gut punch to me when i saw it for the first time. it was like somekind of self-immolation watching it but i couldn't stop, perhaps because i needed someone to say what i had been feeling out loud. it's weirdly cathartic to see it has also affected another woman of colour in the same way. you write so beautifully x
The ending hits so hard right now!
This was beautiful. I just..I have no words. Thank you for sharing a piece of yourself with us. 💕
I've always tried to dull my sadness by consuming media. Obsessively finishing books in a day transformed into binge-watching tv shows and then into compulsive doom scrolling while trying to pay attention to the latest HBO show. My brain is finally quiet now but at what cost? Is it possible to care but not be sad? To be aware and still happy? So far, my answer is no.
this is beautiful... i love this so much. thank you for sharing 💕
this is absolutely beautiful, thank you.
thank you so much. you've articulated something i have felt for a long time but have never been able to describe. diane's monologue about her sadness felt like a gut punch to me when i saw it for the first time. it was like somekind of self-immolation watching it but i couldn't stop, perhaps because i needed someone to say what i had been feeling out loud. it's weirdly cathartic to see it has also affected another woman of colour in the same way. you write so beautifully x
Rereading once again because this is a brilliant gem 💜thank you for letting me read it early 💕