Being alive hurts, it just does, it’s brittle and sharp. Every interaction feels like an intrusion just now, grating, scratching, like tiny daggers all over my body.
It’s like I’m waiting for the lion to attack, harmless questions, enquiries, I can’t shut them out, I can’t respond, I react.
The fiery feelings are usually inside me, but today they are all around me, not in my control, burning, prickly.
I am not OK today.