It has been an interesting few days.
I feel OK, then something shifts beneath me and I’m sinking.
I feel vulnerable, frightened, wounded. I am worried and my senses are on high alert. I’m ready to protect myself, though never as prepared as one would like to be in moments like this.
I want to run, I want to battle, the dichotomy of the flight or fight response is strong. Sometimes, I want to stay in one spot and hope no one notices. No one talks about that. The instinct can be one of the two main ones, but occasionally our minds do neither, and we freeze.
So, I’m frozen in the quicksand. I’m not all the way out, but I’m finding a way to be steady enough to not descend deeper.