In which I talk about the long hard winter
There was a time when I lived in chronic physical pain. This pain caused a battle between my body and mind. My mind rebelled by slowly killing me.
The war inside of me waged, gradual and nearly invisible…until it wasn’t.
I think of that time like a lifetime behind this one.
When I am reminded of the triggers that prodded me in that life, I am still affected, but differently. Like a reverse acupuncture.
Those winters full of pokes and pain, fear and unworthiness, sit like one long winter in my memory. Scars flare under my skin. It’s an odd sensation, a burning
