Today I couldn’t seem to do anything right.  I was packaging books to mail and doing it backwards.  I’ve been moving slower than usual.  For some reason  I am having some recurring female problems.  I don’t feel comfortable going into detail.

Anyhow,  it never occured to me that my body tells me to slow down and take it easy.  I never listened until today.  I just thought there was something inherently wrong with me.

All of my life I felt separate from my body.  When I was younger I had to be divorced from the feelings in my body to survive.  My body was abused and tortured.  What I never realized was that I was continuing those strategies today, like right now.  That’s after many years of therapy.