Out of nowhere early this afternoon, (ok not REALLY out of nowhere I can name three wee little random things which occured in a short time period leaving me raw and exposed.) A few tears fell, and I found that my choices for dealing with these emotions involved…

1. Journaling though the yuck, to see where and why this hit me so hard today. Random day.

or

2. Ignoring the feeling and continuing on.

So, after ignoring the feeling and continuing on, I found myself lying on the bed in Mark’s arms after work. NPR on in the background talking about the arrests in London…I ask him if he will keep me safe from the terrorists. I feel fragile. On the verge of being broken, if I let myself.

“I feel like a thin piece of glass…”

“Well, that’s a strange craving.”

Silly Mark.

I need solitude. I must hide, hibernate, be protected, safe and away from, from…myself. I don’t want anyone else to see me. THAT me, the one I cannot forgive. The one I choose to ignore, the one who will never let me forget. The one who makes me All the Things I am today. Despite myself.