Extra anxious tonight. And feeling particularly vulnerable for an unknown reason since nothing vulnerable has been done. But it feels like tears are close and want to fall. The need to hide ourselves is huge. And, too, is the need to be more real than ever before.

I can feel that inside there are a lot of thoughts happening I am not consciously privy to… and maybe that’s a good thing. As they run past and gain brief awareness they seem bigger and more pressing than I can really tolerate being in my awareness.

I’m feeling more and more like the body is a switchboard of emotions and others all being plugged in and connected briefly before being unplugged and plugged in somewhere else. I don’t feel solid in the body one bit.