When... (v. 5)
A short piece from 2023, revised for today
When you want to crawl out of your skin and pull out your hair and bury yourself in a cocoon…
When the rage is so visceral you can taste it in your tears, at the back of your throat, in the pit of your stomach as it rings loudly in your ears…
When you want that container that held you so perfectly, tethering you without tying you down…
When what you need is no longer available and all you can do is grieve…
When old coping mechanisms leave you even more frustrated and discombobulated…
When they broke you in the worst, most horrific, painful ways…
When they broke you in the best, most delicious, healing ways…
When you don’t know where your next step will land and everything ahead of you is murky, encased in a dreamy fog…
When different earth and water and fire is calling you home and there is no way to dig your toes into it…
When you are bone tired from being the understanding one and yet it is the only way you want to be…
When you’re still sorting it out in your dreams and are left more confused…
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