WhataMess

Life is messy on a good day. In the middle of this transition, with projections flaring all around me, it's a big raw oozing wound. I'm a Cancer. We're sensitive. It's June, and I believe that Mercury just went retrograde (great - so I can spend more time on introspection!). I'm a Cancer without a solid home base right now, under attack for doing the job people beg me to do. In June. Our spotlight month.

My heart hurts, and no one is here to hear it. or hold it. And I am so, so tired of crying, of being scraped open raw. I am so, so tired of the whole mess, yet I stick with my processing, for it's the only way through.