Losing Myself

Tonight, I was triggered by an email and I truly lost sight of myself. In the Uber on the way home from my desperate and pathetic attempt to correct what I viewed as a wrong, I shockingly demanded of myself "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

It was an emotional response to the rawness of losing an intimate connection.

To say I'm disappointed in myself is an understatement. I am an idiot of the highest degree and must shape up.

Now, I must re-centre and not let what has injured me, control me. I must not self destruct.

With art and writing, I have calmed myself. This is what I will continue. All will be cool again and sad Daman

Onwards and upwards.