Tug-o-war mentally

Arguing with my brain again. Stress is winning. Worries have me scared fierce. My inner cat is in hiding.

Today’s round woke me from a dead sleep at 4am. Katherine followed suit not even an hour later, so I stayed up. Now at 3pm I merely wish to crawl back to bed, if only I weren’t working 45 min away from it.

“Let It Be” by The Beatles has become my mantra today through my hoarse voice and tears.

I hope it carries me through, may the gods help me pull up.

I hear them and see them, but my brain keeps telling me it’s all lies. I don’t know what to trust right now, and feel I’ve been lied to one too many times. Clinging to my tiny shred of hope, that it’ll rescue me one more time.

About Treasa Cailleach

I'm a massage therapist working with chiropractic and the elderly; musician, artist, pagan, mom, B of LGBTQ, & polyamorous professional.

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