Between comfort and the sting lies no safety

In the pain after loss there is nowhere to go.

And where I want to go doesn’t help. I want to hurt myself, berate myself. I want to overthink, underwork, overeat and overwork. I want to sit in a state of paralysis.

I want to make myself suffer. I can’t do that, but I’m used to it.

I’m trying to learn a new way.

And what is that?

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