Poem i started yesterday and finished this morning.

I get caught on something new each luteal. Sometimes it's not a healthy thing to be in a mental loop of. Sometimes I can feed myself something to obsess over. These past two weeks I've been filled with thoughts and imagery of The Mother, cave magic, the holy ghost & the triplefold goddess.

This morning I'm marveling at the peace of mind that comes with my menses. It feels more mentally ill to have a peaceful day/heart when the world is on fire. I'll take it and try to make the best of it though as it's certainly a fleeting feeling.

I've been in a deep and cosmic funk but have made a safe hideout under a table in the basement playroom. I like when my oldest kid comes to visit me here. He gets it. The little one is a hooligan but his visits are also sweet. Highly suggest making yourself a personal fort somewhere in your house.

My toxic trait is that I will literally lay face down on the floor and passively try to die if I'm sad.

Excuse me, bluesky. How hinged are we supposed to be here? I once showed up on LinkedIn thinking it was a costume party so I just want to be up front to save us both the embarrassment.