I’ve been ill the last few days. Thankfully it is over now, but I can tell you, grounding is very difficult when you wake at all sorts of time and day and night, not knowing where you are.
I’ve been dreaming a great deal. Nightmares of things that happened. Some of which I had forgotten.
I’ve written down what I can. And in doing so, I’ve noticed a shift. A change in my perception of who I used to be. Maybe this will help the shame?
Writing this today, has been hugely emotional for me. She saved me. Time and time again.
*Trigger warning here. Please be careful.*
Is it pitch black? Or maybe our eyes are closed, why can’t we tell?
The smell is overpowering. That stench is unmistakable. It makes us want to gag.
But we are frozen to the spot, we cannot move an inch. Are we even breathing?
We know we should not make a sound.
Not when it is so close, when we know what is to come. The smell is growing stronger and we are beginning to lose ourselves.
Is she up there watching now? Why does she come back down? Why does she return here, where there is terror, where there is agony. When the threat is far too close now, why won’t she go?
Listen to me now. Can’t you hear it too? A buckle.
We don’t have long. We can hear him breathing, we can feel the pressure close now.
I got this. It’s time for you to leave.
Go now and rest.