I have not enjoyed how I have felt most of this day. I feel unwell. Right now, I feel shaky and sick to my stomach. My head and body feel heavy. I am going to bed soon to seek solace in dreams.
I am not ill. I am tired. I am lonely. I am and anxious and maybe a little depressed.
And I am not being particularly kind or gentle with myself in it.
I find myself wishing, again, that I could rest in the safety created for me in the arms of another. I am wishing, again, that I could feel the openness of my heart in someone else’s tender gaze. I want to be held. To be touched and soothed. I want to not be alone, and I am.