The adaptation is killing me. The acceptance is even worse. Anxiety is through the roof. Acceptance of what is has become unacceptable. I shake my head at it all, vigorously and without a doubt.
I know what should be and this isn’t it. The angst and worry do not belong here. They do not belong within this body nor mind. Yet, here they sit slowly digging their way and creating a comfortable home within me.
As I slowly try and shake these tenants out, I begin to write my eviction notice. YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE!!!