All that matters is who is open chested and who has coagulated
I know this is going to sound like another “I Heart Iceland” post, but I have to say, I really admire Björk for this.
So I can only imagine how Björk felt, rereading her diary to the world day after day. Because even though you’re still grieving a thing, it doesn’t mean you have to keep repeating it. Because at a certain point, you’re ready to move past it.
It’s brave she was willing to share it with the world; it’s brave she knew when it was time to end it.