Oh, Erin--I see the shape of that suffocating box, I feel the heaviness of every movement, the energy to do it. I hear the voices of the Mother F-ing Mind Flayer whispering those deceptive words that feel like truths and are designed to keep us from doing the very things that might make it stop. I've been there too, dear friend. And while sometimes there are no words, I want you to know how powerful the words of this post are. Thank you for sharing your experience so intimately. May the Mind Flayer let go soon. You are loved. Your words matter--you matter. You are AWESOME.
Oh, Erin--I see the shape of that suffocating box, I feel the heaviness of every movement, the energy to do it. I hear the voices of the Mother F-ing Mind Flayer whispering those deceptive words that feel like truths and are designed to keep us from doing the very things that might make it stop. I've been there too, dear friend. And while sometimes there are no words, I want you to know how powerful the words of this post are. Thank you for sharing your experience so intimately. May the Mind Flayer let go soon. You are loved. Your words matter--you matter. You are AWESOME.