Sunday, February 9, 2020

Until Dementia Do Us Part

We give people the books they need, except when we don’t. Except when they need them most.
 - from A Witch's Guide to Escape by Alix Harrow

I'm of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved.
 - Barbara Kingsolver

Saving lives is hard.

I'm no doctor or nurse or psychologist or librarian, but I've talked to enough friends going through difficult times, and gone through enough difficult times myself to know that by heart. Saving lives is hard.

Most of the time, escapism is a band-aid. It's a temporary, short-lived means of relief from whatever pains us so. It won't heal the wound, most of the time, but again, sometimes what pains you can't be fixed, it can only be postponed.

Postponed past the point of something else killing you.

It's like dementia. It's mostly a given these days that as you reach the end of your lifespan, your mind will deteriorate. There's nothing to stop it. All you can do is keep your mind busy enough that it doesn't kick in until after your heart stops beating.

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