INeedThat

I needed a minute. I’ve gotten good at transmuting my ‘familial’ toxicity. But too much of it, all at once, requires me to rabbit hole…until I get dug out. I figured a crash out was on its way to me. Because I could feel the lore of my mania, seducing me with its forbiddenness. And as much as I enjoy the chaos we create…I always start self-sabotaging whenever I give in. Which eventually leads to me quitting on people, places and projects. So disconnecting from virtual reality was needed…to make sense of my actual presence. Fortunately, my absence was intentionally reflected back to me…by someone whose energy I’ve developed an addiction to. Which forced me to feel every inch…of the consequences that come with ghosting my goals.