I'm feeling like I'm on the cusp of something. You know that feeling? Like bumbling around in the dark, when everything familiar by day becomes foreign by night.
I never believed people when they said they turned their feelings off. But I'm eating compulsively. It's my tell.
As if I'm stepping into the room with trepidation and both hands reaching out in front of me to detect and lessen the pain of collision. What is it there? What can I not see?
What am I afraid of?