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When I wrote of disappearing, I meant what I said. But as I read that quote, I discovered I did/do truly want to be found. I want someone to acknowledge and be impacted by my light. I want someone to profess their love and daringly sit beside me through the unknown – whether it is a moment, a day, a year, or even an eternity, I want to feel that burst of exuberant joy in my chest. I want that for myself, to feel like my actions do not go unnoticed. I’ve spoken a lot about love through my posts – the love I have for myself, the food on my plate, the animals all around me. I’ve spoken of love never found, love lost, and hopeful love. I’m not afraid to want love. I’m not afraid of being found. I’m afraid of disappearing without being found, without being loved. Yes, there are seconds, moments and days even, where I disappear. But those seconds and moments will not be an eternity. One day, I will be found... [keep reading]

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This was originally posted to There's Beauty in Recovery... jump through to the site at the end of the excerpt to read more...

I wasn’t expecting to just disappear. I really wasn’t. I was thinking about the magnificence of falling back asleep, the delicious feeling of being lazy and hazy with no obligations or requirements — watching the day drift from morning light to afternoon shimmers to nighttime glow. It’s as if this stress that has been coursing through my veins hypercharged and accelerated my heart, my mind, and my soul until only an empty shadow remained, wondering the how, the why, and the what’s of it all. My ideas, so clear-cut a month ago, are foggy and undisciplined. ... [keep reading]

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