A blog detailing my adventures on the therapy chair as a client
Grist for the mill
Melissa
Sometimes it feels like all week I’m packing sacks of grain. Preparing grist for the therapy mill. Trying to remember every moment of discomfort, every ...
I’m tired of reflectingOf dissectingOf connectingThe scattered and shattered blurred dots Exhausted from pryingFrom cryingFrom tryingTo untangle the mangled huge knots Have brain fog from ...
Don’t touch meMy skin is brittlePaper thinThe slightest touchWill make me bleed Don’t reach meThe invitationNot to be aloneWill uncork in meA well of need ...