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CWs for frank discussion of abuse and trauma, but this was a great essay:

We understand that talking about “ghosts” instead of “dissociated trauma” or “religious practice” instead of “self-care” might make some people uncomfortable. It seems so unscientific, so irrational. But the fact remains that we are a lunatic: if reason worked on us, we’d have been cured long ago. We have to work with our craziness on its own terms, and its terms are dead people.

We can see our inner workings in psychological terms—and we often still do. But eventually, we needed more. Mainstream psychology cannot give us a reason to stop disavowing our dead, because it can’t acknowledge that’s what we’re doing. If it does, it has trouble arguing that doing so is wrong. At best, it can manage a mealy-mouthed appeal to being happier, healthier, or more “normal,” which can backfire. (There’s a reason one of our original girl’s ghosts was determined to murder us all and destroy our entire imaginary landscape: that would make us normal and healthy!)

Our argument isn’t that helping our dead makes us happier or healthier. It’s that it’s the right thing to do. That’s our core motivation, what gets us through all the, “why am I still doing this awful never-ending shit?” Life has given us this duty, and only we can do it. Nobody can do it for us.

As children in a psychological slaughterhouse, we knew and had no better than throwing our ghosts away, but we are adults now, safe, and we no longer find this ethically acceptable. We have to find our way through this world our own way, and this is how we’ve found it.

In its usual sense, composting is taking “garbage” (food scraps, dead plants, feces and urine) and through a combo of heat, microbial activity, fungi, insects, and earthworms, turning what would otherwise be stinking, rotting biohazards into soil and humus, reinvigorating the earth to which it’s returned. When the cycle works, life pulls nutrients from the soil (through plants, animals, and fungi, which are eaten by other others), then returns those nutrients to the soil via pooping, peeing, dying, and rotting. What we’re used to seeing as disgusting poison, when treated properly, becomes part of a land’s healthy nutrient cycle.

It’s the same with trauma and heartbreak.


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