Dear Diary,
I had the wildest juxtaposition of feelings ever. I left an amazing Vinyasa class in the Castro, and read a text message about someone's passing.
I am proud to say that I let myself feel all of it, sometimes one at a time, and sometimes altogether. So much emotion to feel - all around, to be impacted such as this. I felt the strain on my chest, as much as I felt the wind fester in my pores and refreshed my lungs.
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April 18, 3:16am
My parents deliberately trap me in corners and feed me large dosages of guilt. That guilt, in turns, shuts me down. This is where I lose a large part of myself.
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