Itβs me, the villain of my psyche.
I am the person whoβs hurting me.
And I keep on looking for someone to give me answers, like it’s some new discovery.
Like Iβm unique.
Like your tests canβt see what I see.
But I am the villain.
It is me.
Iβm the one turning against me.
And so my body is angry, and it keeps on trying to fight me.
I just canβt find peace within this war between my mind and me.
It’s out to hurt me, in spite of me trying to reprogram my harmful thinking.
My mind is playing devilβs advocate with my spirit who’s been run ragged, and having difficulty showing up with hope for me.
Or thatβs just my mind trying to lie me.
Keep me in, hyper speed.
Unable to rest.
Unable to heal my body.
If my mind is a muscle, then why arenβt these muscle relaxers working?
It just keeps going and going and going.
Iβm afraid my mind is stronger than any script you can write for me.
Amputation of the anterior cingulate cortex.
The sucker in charge of calling catastrophes.
I just wanted answers.
But the answer is…me.
Calm down. Release. Repeat.
I donβt want to be the villain of my psyche.
I demand repair within this body.
I am in charge of the person I am hurting.
I donβt listen to lies that flirt with the, β woe is me sideβ.
I am in pain, but I know it will lessen in time.
My body is working out its own kinks recently.
Years and years of neglect.
Probably why the pain has been unmet.
Nothing to take it away. Remedy it quick.
I have to face it. Feel it. Hold it.
Then maybe my body will accept my apology.
As an invitation to seek peace.
FINALLY.

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