You know what moves me?
This song:
It's odd seeing the clinical side of suicide and still being moved by artistic expressions about the fight to stay alive.
As a therapist, I gained a perspective that equalized human beings. I saw struggle everywhere I went for a while. Nobody was superior or inferior to anyone; everyone was just equally imperfect and "wired for struggle," (as Brene Brown would say). Hearing stories of struggle made me more empathetic and sensitive to the slightest plea for help.
I miss this though--the artistic side of struggle. You're left in awe at the people who fight through challenges because you see less of the minutiae. But I wouldn't say it's a pretty cover or an embellishment; it's the heart or soul of the person splayed out in artistic form. You don't see pieces because the artist is showing the whole thing.
While I might love the equalizer perspective in some ways, it's not all that true to the beauty of the soul. You can't help but marvel at the human soul (and the creator of souls) when you hear sad songs like this.
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