My current emotional state is a little fragile and sensitive. Every tiny movement appear to impact me.
I almost want things to freeze for a while until I come out of this. Not many people can help. Especially when I’m impacted by tiny movements as I have the potential to negatively perceive things.
Wisdom that resides within me that knows everything is how I perceive things, and what ever else, doesn’t really help. I am aware of all of this, and I can see my hurt is absurd. But I also find myself praying:
I can’t hurt anymore. I don’t know how else to be. I don’t know, and I can’t take it anymore. There is no more to see here or do here.
Please take me now”
I hate this emotional state, but hating it doesn’t really help. It is there and I need to acknowledge it. I can’t see clearly the root of it. Or I am in denial. Either way, it’s not a fun place to be.
I hate this particular writing too. But I want to get it out of my system. So here it is, yet another bit of imperfect me in the form of a blog post.
– Nim –