Emotional Muscle Memory


I feel like a wild animal. I have been caged and abused and traumatized and now I have set myself free, physically anyway, and I am pacing and snorting and fidgeting like I am still trapped. I am anticipating the regular routine. I am bracing myself pretty much all the time. I think that every step in every direction is like stepping into a pitch-black space where I can not see my hand in front of my face…

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Posted on March 3, 2014, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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