“There is only yr body, which listens to the earth as best it can.”
“My depression seems to act up in the summertime. I hate feeling sad and isolated when it is so lovely and warm out. I’m on medication and take care of myself; does it really have to be this hard?”
“Every injury & recovery is a disgust and a heroism, where you are villain and you are shaman.”
Pressure only creates movement ; whether for good or ill is not the pressure’s knowing.
“They are on one side of the river ; you are on the other.”
“My mother and I never bonded, as she was depressed at my birth and blamed me for her terrible life. Now, people seem to sense instantly that I am unlovable.”
“I’m worried, because when I look into her eyes as she breaks down in tears in front of me, I feel almost nothing.”
There is no pleasure ; in the waiting ever, the waiting is a long thread the grand crone of time pulls through yr body, holding the needle on the other side of you, winking, thinking.