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so much grief floats through my body, it's difficult to parse which pieces come from where.

I see a video of a daughter who lives abroad, surprising her family, after not being together for a few years. everyone is shocked. elated. I sob with them. that's the mother wound.

I'm better off. I have to remind myself of that from time to time. it's not that I'm unsure of it, it's that others aren't, and I absorb their feelings. judgements. misunderstandings. obstinance, really. I need to turn the noise down. my inability to do so? - that's also the mother wound. you have to laugh.