I don’t stuff it down. I feel it. All at once. Sometimes it lasts for days. Or even weeks. At times it will creep up after long hiatuses. Slipping through my dreams. Knocking outside of my joy. Begging for my attention. I do not let it take over. But I do not stuff it down. I let the pain do it’s work to wipe my soul clean.
Just trying to make sense of this human life and let my stories breath outside of my body.