Oh okay H, here we go.
How is that not bleak?
Well, dear me (oh me, oh my) it's because it's true. No other human can give a life or death much comfort if you're uncomfortable with yourself.
The moon or planets or God or goddesses are tweaking all the energies in the world right now. (Mid-script: I know, as fact, that I'm not the only one feeling the seismic shifts in this moment.)
And, (full stop.) in this shift, the stronger I hold on to all the things about myself and about you that I thought I KNEW, as fact, the more I grasp onto the rope that holds my life together, the more the rope burns.
My IQ is killing me here.
I want to keep it simple. I make it all too hard for myself.