I sometimes feel like I've been shucked, peeled and gutted. My shell reversed to better strip me of my flesh and soul.
I sometimes feel like a tree laden with ripe, rotten fruit that no one wants to eat.
How can we find the right balance between? It's awful to be over stretched, over used, run ragged and depleted. It's soul crushing to be left behind alone and unwanted. I would there was an elastic band. Stretchy and resilient. Allowing us to ricochet from one extreme to the other - having our fill at our leisure - no one else's.
Have you got my size?
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