Carrying on

I didn't know how I would begin to carry on. I was doing every thing I needed to at work: completing courses, attending a dozen end-of-the year award ceremonies and banquets, grading, supporting and loving my students, writing letters of recommendation... but I'd come home and collapse in the library, curling up on the chair and falling asleep until everyone had gone to bed and sitting in silence between 11 pm and 4 am sometimes doing work, sometimes just going down the rabbit hole of rape.

But graduation happened and At's 19th birthday happened and suddenly summer seems to have happened. And I'm going to try and retrospectively recreate some days from memory and photographs. And carry on by fighting in all the places, spaces, and conversations I can.

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