The reality of my own body is one of the most terrible realities. Being constantly aware of my nerves, my back, my stomach, my hair puts my own unconscious spirit in the back row. My body is not an illusion, or a vessel. It is a reality.
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Day/Page/Sketch #317
I had a friend a few years ago that used to emotionally mistreat me. I was always available, always flexible, always tending any needs. I finally walked out and parted ways. It’s not that I believe codependency is always terrible, or that interdependency is the way to go. I learned to be comfortable somewhere in between.
The Havisham Hour 