Five:

I need help breathing. I feel scared, I need your hand, I need you to hold me, I need you to not let me go.

I can’t stop crying and I’m not ok and I’m not sure we’re ok. Help.

I’m searching for a place to rest —a place to let the chaos pass above me while I take cover under my weighted blanket—and I can’t find it.

There’s nothing left to do, I have properly exhausted my wolf pack.

“You’re going to go home and keep grounding. Keep grounding, and grounding, and grounding. You have to keep doing it over and over.” She’s right, my dietitian, but it takes so much energy I spent today in tears.

I want to close my eyes and wake up in safety.

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