I feel like I’m on the verge of overheating, fire, and explosion. I get this recurrent thought that if I verge into this short circuit, I will forever be lost there. Like a death sentence or lifetime of insanity. I will explode if I feel out this short circuit.
The more I practice my healing, the more I change my perception of Self, divinity, and soothing. It's not some hierarchal, omnipotent place of achievement.
Peace is scary as f*ck to a traumatized person. How I am slowly finding it after trauma.
Lying in the lake as the forest fire smoke surrounds me. A moment of grief.
We are meant to feel the rush of survival after an attack and then resume to living but we freeze instead. Why?
My go-to when I'm in the grip of horror.
Loving yourself just as you are and feeding yourself the nourishment you didn’t get when you were younger.