Nicole Daedone
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March 6, 2025
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How to Transform Grief Into Postive Change

Change isn’t a spectator sport—it hums through us all, a restless current.
Everyone has a unique role, determined by where you stand in the fray. Opting out is still an action, a silent vote cast in the urgency of now. 

We don’t need to mimic each other’s steps, but damn if we don’t all need to move—each in our own way, toward impact. Here’s how to move from inspiration, not desperation, and step into Erotic Justice: a justice born of raw connection, clarity, and the kind of love that builds instead of breaks.  

Build, Don’t Burn


“Against” is a trap, a loop of negation.
Be for something—paint the dream, like MLK did, vivid enough to touch.
Where the attention goes, you go. What are you here to grow? 

Begin Where You Stand



No one’s asking you to be me, or me to be you—just to show up
as you are, in the role only you can fill.
What’s your next step in this
tangled, urgent now?

Dance with the Other, Don’t Damn Them


Triggers are chains—break them by facing what you’d rather flee. Hear the “enemy” out, like Mandela sipping tea with his jailer’s widow. Empathy doesn’t bend you;
it steadies you. Maybe your role’s the bridge
no one else can cross. 

Unity Isn’t a Tally of Wins

Justice doesn’t demand losers. Coercion sows resentment; inspiration gathers willing hands. We don’t need the same script, but if each plays their part…the whole shifts.  

Face the Mirror First


Your triggers aren’t their fault—they’re echoes of your own wiring. When heat rises in your chest, pause.

Trace the thread: Why this? Why now?
Clarity isn’t just power; it’s the knife that cuts through chaos so you can act true.

Choose Thriving Over Survival


Ending pain’s a start, but it’s not the horizon.
Dare to cultivate joy—yours, then theirs. Inner peace isn’t a luxury;
it’s the root.
Ask: What’s my piece in this flourishing? Not theirs, not hers—mine.  

Move from Vision, Not Venom


Desperation claws backward; inspiration arcs forward.
Don’t just curse what’s broken—name what you’ll build. Make it sharp: a goal, a date, a step you can grip. Your role isn’t mine, but it’s no less real.

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