this morning #2230.

this morning, given that she hadn’t yet been able to name the feeling she was feeling, it was difficult to say exactly what way she should proceed. therapy or pills or something spiritual perhaps. the feeling was a low-level nausea. all the time. no throwing up though. her queasiness just treaded water. floated along bobbing up & down in her body. it started out in her stomach. hung out there for a couple days. soon got restless & snaked its way out through her muscles. traveled up to her brain. rattled around up there for much of the day, playing with her wiring in all sorts of insidious ways before eventually making it back down to her stomach. the pattern & the same thought repeated: she needed to name it to tame it. feeling uneven like this was obscuring all meaning.