02-15-2022, 08:59 AM
There is the me who is currently experiencing the dreadful hangxiety, who is at this moment so full of shame and self-loathing that he wishes he was dead. But that's not the me typing this. I'm talking over that me who's in anguish. That me is real, it's experiencing real feelings, but I don't identify with it.
I actually feel bad for him. I know that once this condition wears off, he won't exist. His pain and his sorrow and his shame and his confusion will end with him.
He is like a hurt child or a wounded animal who his currently in my care.
I gave him some candy and some milk, and he's feeling a little better.
The me who is typing this only feels a bit silly. Otherwise, what is he? This me?
I feel comfortable in crowds. I'm always at my best the more chaos is going on. That's when I'm in my element.
I actually feel bad for him. I know that once this condition wears off, he won't exist. His pain and his sorrow and his shame and his confusion will end with him.
He is like a hurt child or a wounded animal who his currently in my care.
I gave him some candy and some milk, and he's feeling a little better.
The me who is typing this only feels a bit silly. Otherwise, what is he? This me?
I feel comfortable in crowds. I'm always at my best the more chaos is going on. That's when I'm in my element.