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 ## Blind Strife
 
 ((Struggling against expectations versus desires esp re: feeling like I deserve to take up space))
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-((Justification through external sources))
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 Is asking so many questions just feeding into that anxiety?
 
+> For we, when we feel, evaporate. Oh,  
+> we breathe ourselves out and away. From ember to fading ember,  
+> we give off a fainter scent. Oh, someone may tell us:  
+> You get in my blood, this room, the springtime,  
+> is filled with you...\footnote{\parencite[23]{duino}}
+
+I have recently had several conversations about this, about how much space I take up. Almost all of them take place over text, too, as they often come with a worry that synchronous communication might be too much of a demand. Some of them take place between my partners and I speaking frankly about how we interact with each other. Others take place between other versions of me, characters I role play or those that I write, each expressing their own anxiety.
+
+Over the years, I have thankfully fallen out of the habit of asking whether or not I am a burden.
+
 ((How much space I take up))