Eating my Silence

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Suspend what you think you know, and hear everything that needs to be said, wants to be said, has to be said, but the words are eaten by silence.   You don’t know with whom you are dealing. Ask no questions. p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px ‘Helvetica Neue’; color: #454545}

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White Knuckles

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I am dissociative.  My brain is foggy, and I can’t think.  My head has a far-away ache.  There is chaos living inside that I cannot describe would I even be allowed. I’m a little bit hungry, but feeling empty is keeping me calm even though I’m coming off the rails and in over my head. […]

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From 0 to 60

It’s a painfully slow post. It’s been brewing for days but, understandably, never comes to fruition. For most of the week I’ve been blank. Blank as in blank. Lifeless. Disconnected. Empty. Deserted. Abandoned. Meaningless. When I tried to explain this to Therapist yesterday he didn’t get it. I grappled for words. I felt inside prison […]

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