Process(ing)

It turns out that talking and thinking and even writing is not enough.

I am not sure if the issue is not being able to find a space that feels safe or if it is just the fear of being vulnerable.

Whatever the issue, I can't seem to get out all the things that are pressing to get out ... so I don't know how many nights in a row I wake up, too early, from a disturbing or just plain bad dream.

I thought the running was helping, but I just don't know how else to get to what is plaguing me.

And now the rain is foiling my plans for a six mile run this morning ... maybe it will stop in the next hour and let me out.