my addiction recovery & self-love journal: discovering a greater me
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The anxiety built up. I kept sitting there in a daze, unable to concentrate & subconsciously holding in my breath (as if to block out pain).
Then I gasp and come to. Idk a weird fugue state.
I’m such a talker and yet when it comes to describing what I feel or why….I often find myself speechless. Riddle me that lol.
So I sat on the bathroom floor and cried. Had to force the tears at first but then it was like a dam breaking loose.
Then my husband held me and soothed me and he really is the best.
Ok see, I just have to remember that I am loved and seen and cherished - so it’s not the end of the world!
It felt so cathartic to cry. To really sob. And poof, it feels a little less scary now. You know, life.
One day at a time. Each day a little better and brighter.
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Bob Hicok, from “The days are getting longer”, Elegy Owed
“I fear I will be ripped open and found unsightly.”
— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters (𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟩).
