Trauma bonding

I can never be impartial about myself. My life is personal. My life is sensitive. My life is subjective, but not to just anyone. I can’t be invisible or hide. I can dissociate, for some time. Until the rubber band snaps and I come crashing down on everything I’ve been hovering over, trying to divorce myself from my Self. Landing on earth has been a turbulent and rocky mission, in more ways than one. Being a multidimensional being is never an easy feat and I guess underestimating that made me overestimate comfort. I didn’t understand the meaning of pain. I assigned primitive values to it where pain meant bad and absence of it meant good. I let my reptilian brain and nervous system set the pace for me.

This has been an emergence of my soul from this sensory soup. A birth through my extrasensory faculties.

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