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Don’t villainize my darkness

My depression is one of my greatest teachers

My shadows the fertile grounds for self refinement.

Hidden deep in their soils are emotions in their rawest form - achy and dripping in the fluids of the amniotic sac of an idea barely covered in stretched out skin so delicate it must remain in soil to protect its skin from blistering, an idea needing time and watering bursting against its shell to come into fruition against an open sky.

The wriggling thoughts that burrow into unturned and overworked folds of my brain do things with my synapses and send codes to hormonal body that send the organism that holds “i” spiraling into what feels like technical malfunction. [[this can’t be normal. Do you know this feeling?!>?? please tell me you do so I remember that we are in this river together riding out collective currents]]

Here I burrow, hide and rest in its impenetrably dark crevices, linger in the connective tissues of its fecund soil. 

Here is where I do the work of rest.

Here is where I compost, turn and care for the soils within my organic matter and re-route the bodies of thought. 

Here is where I learn to garden.