Today my heart is full of solemn invocations for relief for #ChadwickBoseman & all ppl still living with agony. Relief from pain, relief from fear, relief from shame most of all. Shame, the cruelest way to suffer. RIP, Chadwick. May you be free from your suffering.

I hope we are reminded that it was not the way you hid your pain that was your strength, but the way you lived with it at all. I hope we are reminded to turn towards those we love when they are suffering & open ourselves to compassion over & over no matter how uncomfortable.

I hope we're reminded that we do not know the inner lives or suffering of others. I hope we choose to believe those around us when they express their pain and believe ourselves that our suffering is sufficient to receive support.

I can't know whether you felt shame abt your illness, whether you hid it to protect your career or your loved ones, whether it distressed you to imagine this is how you would be remembered. But I do know you did not deserve to feel those things regardless. No one does.

My heart is overflowing, streaming grace & serenity & sorrow down my cheeks. And I promise to turn toward you, Chadwick. I promise to turn toward all who suffer still. Because relief has so few access points & the greatest one is compassion.

Also, toward the goal of real accountability, I wrote this thread earlier and then deleted & rewrote it bc I initially misspelled Chadwick's last name. This is unacceptable. I need to do better.