this morning #1067.

this morning, why wouldn’t i just white knuckle through? it’s sort of what i do, my preferred method for handling stressful situations. it’s worked for me lately. i suppose. i’m strong enough. i think. somewhat. if i can manage to completely compartmentalize my pain, i can abide life’s persistent parade of pressures. significant bits of trauma tucked away. a host of close calls. shattered fragments of life stuffed behind pale memories of moments when i was more in control of the outcome. for now, i’d like to minimize the pieces to this puzzle. no need for me to bring in too much outside help. yet. i’ll hold on tight & take care of this by myself. for now, i’ll do my best. i guess.