shedding old skin. . .
The other day, a memory came back to me that felt very familiar. And not very comfortable. In fact, it reminded me of a time when I felt not only lonely, but shut out due to carelessness and neglect. I don’t think that it was done on purpose to harm me. But it took its toll for a very long time, instilling a sense of dread and fear of abandonment after it had already happened. I slept poorly last night as a result. Feeling that deep fear and sadness again when I woke, not remembering what I was dreaming about. It took me awhile to go back to sleep.
Later in the day, I reflected about this old syndrome: that due to time passing, I realized it didn’t really obtain anymore. When that happened, I released its hold on me. I was in the car driving back from buying toothpaste when this occurred.