Emily, I love you. My husband loves you. We often say how thankful we are for you! Thank you for pressing on, planting one foot and then the other, bearing love into the world, even if you don’t always get to see where it is blossoming, fruiting, dropping seed and springing up in new places. Our lives have been made better, freer to love and be loved, because of you.
Ugh, patriarchy!!! Down with it!!! Love will win!!!
Emily you are truly a DELIGHT and I ~feel~ this post at an atomic level. Needed this, feel this, keep coming back to read snippets of it. I am sorry for your pain (me TOO my dude, ME TOO) yet grateful for your beautifully written reflection on it.
Felt compelled to comment after the surprise delight of your sister popping up on my YouTube (thank you, Past Me, for subscribing to your channel) giddily responding to your original video. Youse are the absolute tits (compliment — not sure if it’s just an Australian slang thing but it is high praise) and I love your magnificent brains.
In late-diagnosed-AuDHD-post-burnout-recovery solidarity with you,
My little bird died around the time I was 6 years old, and I've lived 7 lifetimes since then desperately seeking the secret medicine, and yet everywhere I turned people just kept telling me, "your bird isn't dead, your bird can't be dead, birds of hope don't die."
Now as I sit here, sobbing, trying to find the words to thank you for sharing the secret, all I can think to say is I hope(🙃) this message offers reciprocal validation that while your work may not change the entire world, it has absolutely, pivotally just changed mine. 🙏💖
Thank you Emily. I have hope sometimes (or about some things) and not about others. Your words give me comfort and wrap words around why I hadn’t given up working toward those hopeless things.
Emily, I love you. My husband loves you. We often say how thankful we are for you! Thank you for pressing on, planting one foot and then the other, bearing love into the world, even if you don’t always get to see where it is blossoming, fruiting, dropping seed and springing up in new places. Our lives have been made better, freer to love and be loved, because of you.
Ugh, patriarchy!!! Down with it!!! Love will win!!!
There is much more I wish I could say, but all I can muster for now is, thank you for putting this into words. 💙
Emily you are truly a DELIGHT and I ~feel~ this post at an atomic level. Needed this, feel this, keep coming back to read snippets of it. I am sorry for your pain (me TOO my dude, ME TOO) yet grateful for your beautifully written reflection on it.
Felt compelled to comment after the surprise delight of your sister popping up on my YouTube (thank you, Past Me, for subscribing to your channel) giddily responding to your original video. Youse are the absolute tits (compliment — not sure if it’s just an Australian slang thing but it is high praise) and I love your magnificent brains.
In late-diagnosed-AuDHD-post-burnout-recovery solidarity with you,
- and then some -
mez xx 💛
My little bird died around the time I was 6 years old, and I've lived 7 lifetimes since then desperately seeking the secret medicine, and yet everywhere I turned people just kept telling me, "your bird isn't dead, your bird can't be dead, birds of hope don't die."
Now as I sit here, sobbing, trying to find the words to thank you for sharing the secret, all I can think to say is I hope(🙃) this message offers reciprocal validation that while your work may not change the entire world, it has absolutely, pivotally just changed mine. 🙏💖
Thank you. Just thank you!
Is this an original word you created? "cisheteropatriarchal"
Great and apt word!
Thank you Emily. I have hope sometimes (or about some things) and not about others. Your words give me comfort and wrap words around why I hadn’t given up working toward those hopeless things.