The Crash
I know it’s time to find myself a therapist and a recovery group, if not for the sake of being witnessed. Otherwise, I don’t “burden” anyone with my feelings. I have my theories about why I do that, but I’m closer to those theories, and labels not mattering for much of anything if the feeling is what takes precedence. I suppose the reward for making it this far in life is that the exhaustion of faking it up to this point reveals the weight carried, and even more so, what’s been underneath this whole time. I’ve always been a sensitive person, definitely was as a kid, and have ignored that fact over and over again. I intellectualize quite well, a skill I learned or a coping mechanism or whatever makes sense for anyone to call it. I know that I can’t flex anymore and perhaps I’ll return back to normal when the crash is done but what is normal but putting the suit back on, increasingly crinkled and seams fraying. I’m annoyed at Grammarly trying to correct m…
