I can't decipher what sort of rut I've put myself in but I'm definitely acknowledging the escalating necessity to do something about it. Someone needs to tap me on the shoulder and remind me that April has decided to sprint on in, and about half of the month is gone. I feel disordered and disoriented, I feel like maybe I haven't recovered. I can no longer differentiate if I am in control or not, or even if I want to have that power. Is control a bad thing?
The days have been as triggering as it has been blazing.
Ribcage
Collarbone
Hipbone
Spine
Shoulder blades
Jawline
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