Always in fight or flight mode. Seldom able to relax.
Fight to get up in the morning but Flight from the fear of being late.
Fight to present as gender labeled, Flight to hide true gender.
Fight to be apart of Society, Flight from being discovered.
Fight to accept myself just as good, Flight the urge to give up.
Fight to express strength, happiness, a sense of peace, Flight from fear of being labeled negatively, being seen as less than, treated special as if there is something wrong with who I am.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
Always in fight or flight mode. Seldom able to relax.
Fight to get up in the morning but Flight from the fear of being late.
Fight to present as gender labeled, Flight to hide true gender.
Fight to be apart of Society, Flight from being discovered.
Fight to accept myself just as good, Flight the urge to give up.
Fight to express strength, happiness, a sense of peace, Flight from fear of being labeled negatively, being seen as less than, treated special as if there is something wrong with who I am.
I'm never late for anything, I have been known to sit in the car and wait so I'm not the first one to arrive at a party . . . Generally happy most of the time but I feel I never really relax and just be, breath, feel, become part of the big picture of existence. I know crazy person here. I should get that looked at. LOL
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