T-11

Dec 09, 2008 23:08

In my fear of what being forced into my old life will be like, I lash out with anger, bitterness, hostility, anxiety; I exaggerate my emotions to cope with that fear, to attempt to blindside it out of existence. And in doing so, I exacerbate the resistance I feel, the excitement, the cascade of other emotions - some nameless - which are enveloping me in these last weeks before I return to where I became who I am, where I lived for 18 years.
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