I WALKED TO THE END OF MYSELF AND SAW THERE WAS NO END (2024)

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“I walked to the end of myself and saw there was no end” began as a conversation with my partner in which we talked about hope, and what radical possibilities there may be after we seemingly reach the ends of our ourselves and our capacity to hold pain and injustice. I thought about the incredible love and strength of organizers working towards liberation for all peoples, in the face of insurmountable exploitation and war. I thought about all of us who are struggling to care for ourselves and one another in an exhaustingly capitalist world. I thought about my personal struggles with depression and PTSD, how there were so many times in my life when I thought I couldn’t, wouldn’t make another day. And yet, something else seems to grip us. I walked to the end to what I thought was possible, and looked at what could be there.