After the rage came exhaustion. After the storm on Tuesday, I wanted to sleep and not be awakened. Opening my eyes and facing life was painful, and if I had to be awake, I wanted to hide under a cloak. When reality became unbearable, I drank wine to tone it down.
When I tried to write last night, I was overcome by fatigue and, in fact, fell asleep at the computer. I believe I may be afraid to write again, and sleep is the ultimate escape.
My last post was so raw. I had never written so explicitly about my childhood. I "told"...I certainly told, and now I feel afraid.
Somewhere it is written that 'the Truth will set you free'. The process of liberation sometimes, as you so well say, tiring and frightening.
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