I didn’t want to do it. I could feel every fibre of my body resisting it. Not in a sense of being aware that something was wrong for me – … Continue reading Resisting Resistance

I didn’t want to do it. I could feel every fibre of my body resisting it. Not in a sense of being aware that something was wrong for me – … Continue reading Resisting Resistance
I can feel it now – it’s like a coldness around my heart. A dull sensation in the pit of my stomach. Intermittently interrupted by nervous flutters. There’s a sense … Continue reading Fear Of The Familiar