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“You’re grieving the person you were,” she said. “Good. That person was an asshole anyway. He thought pain was weakness.”

I don’t know if it was the music or her voice or the simple fact of another person staying present in the room while I disintegrated. But the pain did not stop, and yet I stopped fighting it. I breathed. I listened. The wave passed. thalia rhea my personal nurse

She did not apologize for my suffering. This was her superpower. “You’re grieving the person you were,” she said

“I’m not here to save your life,” she said, setting the bin on my kitchen counter. “I’m here to help you live inside it.” “You’re grieving the person you were