How do you feel?
I feel tense. I feel scared. I feel weary. I feel exhilarated. I feel disbelieving. I feel depressed. I feel anxious. I feel strained. I feel like I am holding in a huge fit of tears and sobs and racking noises and trembling. I don’t know if I can absorb it all. I feel pushed and pulled. I feel cruel and selfish and willful and wild. I feel deceitful. I feel alone. I feel abandoned. I feel foolish. I feel like I can’t trust anybody. I feel like someone is after me. I feel like I am still not good enough. I feel like I am still not determined enough. I feel like the issues are too complex and the time is moving too fast. I feel like I am nobody’s mother or wife or daughter or child. I feel like I don’t really like anybody and people who like me don’t know me because I’m always lying or withholding or editing.
I am so scared.