22 weeks of grace: welcome

I have a lot of stuff visiting right now and I want to throw a tantrum. I want to run away or build up walls to block them out. I want to find something to placate this awful feeling burning at the exact center of me or tear it out.

Instead, I'm being gentle. I'm breathing. I'm taking time when I need it and where I can get it so as not to fall into destructive patterns. I'm asking for help where I'm stuck.

I'm not shooing away the ghosts. I'm welcoming them and asking what they need to teach me.