The Healing is Never Finished

My mother’s email seared my eyes.

“When are you going to get out of your own way? Your future looks bleak.”

My body went cold in that familiar old way – a chill that burst into my heart and radiated outward and I thought to myself – “When will I escape this pattern?”

Always my first thought-the slippery slope arrives quickly.
I can turn to victim fast with that line of questioning.

Take a beat.

My next thought: “This still isn’t over?”
My weariness is real.