I always pick at my hearts healing scabs. Fresh wounds stay fresh too long because I wade in their damaging wake. Like oh we’re feeling better today? Have I not thought about the list of things that trouble me? Because who would I be without their companionship?
The fast track to self sabotage or the lomg road to healing? I walk the former. It’s making my steps lethargic. I sleep less and think more. I smile less and feel more. I shut myself off to protect myself from everything. I’ve learned to want less. Especially, since nothing wants me.