Distant, sad, and mourning the absence of the ongoing supportive nurturing love that I, and so many others, didn't receive in the past that I keep hearing so f'n much about from others today. Yet in the same breath, I also feel incredibly relieved for those who were very well cared for in a manner that promotes rather than stifles growth. It feels heavy as hell and rather shitty, but also rather necessary, if that makes sense. So many mirrors, so little inclination to look into them. May my burning desire to lovingly nurture myself against all of these ever increasing f'd up odds still remain when this wave of feelings pass.