My chest feels…hollow.
It hurts like in December and January, but instead of feeling heavy and debilitating, it feels as though I need someone to give me a hug in order to help heal it.
I think that is pretty powerful.
Just… letting that sink in and welcoming my little-self to that idea and experience.
I feel like I want to invite help in and let them stay awhile and let them fill that emptiness.
I think the protectors are less and less ready to take over my pain. And I think I’m gaining so much progress from the relief of being protected by my Wolfpack or myself, and not the eating disorder or depression or the teen part of me that pushes everyone away.
It feels so good to be in this space more often. Even though it’s not easy it’s filled with so much more hope.