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once i became disillusioned..
i noticed i would, along the way, begin to lose pieces of myself..
not only because a number of them were part of the very systems of oppression but because i didn't see the point in many of the other pieces given the magnitude of the chaos all around me..
at times, i do miss some of those pieces but i dunno, i feel like that's a door not worth opening as the risk of losing them all over again is high and i'd rather not have to go through that again..
also experiencing and embracing joy feels so weird with all the fuckery in this world, but, i also think joy keeps us going in ways we cannot find elsewhere - and that's always important..
i don't think i'll ever stop trying to reduce my participation in oppressive systems but, i don't know if it's possible not to lose pieces of yourself along the way..
as at some point, it really begins to add up - even more so if you have little to nothing to replace them with..
~ 🐨
come along with me and the butterflies and bees - Ashley Eriksson