I feel things deeply.  When someone is in pain, I feel it. If someone cuts their hand, I feel it. When someone is in self-loathing, I feel it. If someone is experiencing emotional turmoil, I feel it. When someone is lying, pretending or withholding, I feel it. When people say things are fine, and they are not, I feel it. (That kind of incongruence makes me feel crazy inside).

My writing has been heavy lately. I have felt heavy, literally and figuratively. I am still not in the clear, but a shift is happening. I am able to observe with much more neutrality and levity. It is still uncomfortable AF, but the despair isn't holding me tight.

I am feeling fat, ugly and abandoned. It's not a fleeting feeling. It runs deep. As painful and dark as this feels…part of me knows it is necessary terrain I must sit in, face and feel. Ugh.