Thoughts become embedded into my brain like thorns. They bury their sharp edges deep into the vulnerable seams of my subconscious, silently smirking at their inability to be removed. And they remain there, dormant in wait... Until my mind again begins to stir.
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I can relate to this. A really good analogy, and very well written.
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A very familiar experience…
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🖤 Glad it’s not just me
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So true … sometimes even when I think I am ready to move on there are inevitably triggers that suck me back down the rabbit hole. Tonight I read a story here and the author said “Nina Simone” and I was dragged right back to that day she left. Those thorns are claws, dragging me back. I wish I could say truthfully that I wish I could let go…
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Yup! Exactly! You think those thoughts are gone and then something happens and you’re right back at square one. It’s hard letting go.
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