#starving

I guess we have to be able to name our feelings in order to be able to fully feel and process them. When you were never shown how to recognize and name feelings growing up, the journey to name them and let them out - rather than shove them down - feels next to impossible…

My eyes carry the weight of my world. How tired I truly am. Heavy and blue. As if I have never slept. My chest carrier my fears. Bound with barbed wire. Wrapped so tight I dare not breathe. My stomach carries my poison.Wretched and disgusting. Overflowing when I catch a glimpse of my monster in&h...