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it's like suddenly the dam has burst and the words won't stop tumbling and isn't that what you get after a drought the flood? my scalp itches but i just washed my hair it itches begging me to do something a dozen half-baked thoughts accumulated a blank space in the narrative of my life to recap what i missed the things i never wrote about a toxic job and quitting it watching my friends and former friends get married watching myself get married that time when i almost died the constant struggle between myself and the body i so tenuously inhabit my boring job where i sit at a desk there's a lot i haven't let myself think about and maybe now is the time to do so my doctor told me last time i went to see her that she understands why i don't want therapy right now therapy is just a tool that doesn't work for everyone (it certainly works if you find the right therapist and the odds align to keep them but i've done this before and i will do it again) so i should do something that restores my soul to maintain myself and i must have forgotten how calming it is to put things into words on a page in lines and rows to let myself happen hate that it took me this long to realize what i'd been missing after the drought comes the flood
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Sep 6, 2022
Sep 6, 2022 at 8:29 AM UTC
flood
it's like suddenly the dam has burst and the words won't stop tumbling and isn't that what you get after a drought the flood? my scalp itches but i just washed my hair it itches begging me to do something a dozen half-baked thoughts accumulated a blank space in the narrative of my life to recap what i missed the things i never wrote about a toxic job and quitting it watching my friends and former friends get married watching myself get married that time when i almost died the constant struggle between myself and the body i so tenuously inhabit my boring job where i sit at a desk there's a lot i haven't let myself think about and maybe now is the time to do so my doctor told me last time i went to see her that she understands why i don't want therapy right now therapy is just a tool that doesn't work for everyone (it certainly works if you find the right therapist and the odds align to keep them but i've done this before and i will do it again) so i should do something that restores my soul to maintain myself and i must have forgotten how calming it is to put things into words on a page in lines and rows to let myself happen hate that it took me this long to realize what i'd been missing after the drought comes the flood
copyright 9/6/22 by b. e. mccomb
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Sep 6, 2022 at 8:29 AM UTC
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