Arguments with Myself

Before pain arrived, like summer humidity in a stifling, sticky, and inescapable blanket, my mind, body, and emotions were usually on good terms. I mean, sure, there were times when one or the other rebelled, when my emotions threw a titzy-fit, when my mind simply refused, REFUSED to think one more second about that paper. Most of the time though, all the parts of me simply sounded through life in well-tempered harmony.

Then that changed. My mind/body/emotions went from being happy twenty-somethings to being grouchy toddlers, sullen temperamental teenagers, or rival factions in a land dispute in Central Asia. And hilariously, in these arguments, I always lost…as one must always do when one argues with oneself. 🙂


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