“And already, emails about late bills and pending cancelations- ‘your last notice!’ – jacking up more cortisol are flooding in.
That’s it…
My ringer us getting turned off until I’m ready to deal with the world.
“And already, emails about late bills and pending cancelations- ‘your last notice!’ – jacking up more cortisol are flooding in.
That’s it…
My ringer us getting turned off until I’m ready to deal with the world.
“We have been taught that creating space and taking time for love is a form of ‘weakness’ – and even, at times, tantamount to sin.”
“We have been told that to stay alone and cultivate one’s individuality is the height of accomplishment.”
“I know that when I have someone to love, there can be a buffer that helps to shelter me.
But I have not been more than partially loved, so how is still a mystery.”
“I can be one.”
Because I would have had no boundaries with you.
In fact, time “wasted” has not changed this at all for me.
There would be no courtship, no taking it slow – just diving into and wanting to give, share, and receive everything with you.
And you worry that you would be too much for me.
I need your grace…
Please help me calm so that I can rest?
“Why couldn’t my reason for waking be good instead of for sh** to clean up?!”
“Self analyzing in a type of critical judgement as my body quivers with adrenaline from being slammed into furious overdrive when I need to – instead – still be sleeping.”
“Sunrise treck – and I am livid.”
“Having to fully dress and walk the dogs out at distance to make sure no more messes happen in the next hour because I no longer have the privacy of my own yard.
‘And we were grate-ful…'”
“Then I get angry at 5:30am when my wolf pees on the floor, making the unit reek, and I have to mop it up.
I am just so fed up with this cortisol emergency jag treadmill!”
“I am bolt-wide awake at 5am.”
I wish you were here…
I look forward to seeing you, again.
Response: “I hear you and your complaint has been filed.”
“A good gardening afternoon.”
“I’m not depressed – but longterm vexed.”
While they sifted for meaning, she sought for the source.
“It’s still there…
Telling us that we must be less than what we are, to be loved.”
“Well, I cannot think that you both deserve less than each other…”
“Yep! Got me groovin’ – and then my hypervigilance smoothed, and I am now able to fall asleep.
In other words, it broke my mind-locked loop so that I can now shift phases.”
“On a piece of dirt.”
(Gardening labor’s bliss)
“Everything is just work…toil…effort…struggle…!”