I’m totally exhausted.
Stachybotrys, the mould biotoxin, has got to me.
I’m looking, searching, clawing desperately for a way to escape the pain of exhaustion, to feel better.
It’s just a fantasy. Without the fantasy I can sit with the pain.
But I don’t want to.
I give up the fight, relax and merge into what is happening.
Perhaps love isn’t in getting what I want, it is in loving what is happening.