Amazing how much stuff coming up and letting go. Put up a fight to hold on.
I stopped feeding and carrying a load of people over the last six months. Its taken the lid of a whole bunch of stuff. All bubbling up now, but I clearly see why I was doing it all as it moves on. Unworth and victim vamp, anger about it and a load of shame to hold it all in. Is it really me.
Nice to finally be letting go of that story. Its quite an identity. Without it I even more get to do what I want. But what is that ? scarily I have to do it moment to moment. Feel my way, cant plan much any-more as its too mental. Even more feeling. Its like there are no ends or edges in this place.
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