I’m delighted mom helps me change my thinking
I need help remembering life
Is hard, however it is human instinct
To overthink my lack
Of control. Everyone loses control sometimes
My instinct is to go back
To childhood how I
Was bullied
God’s quiet help
Overcame his voice
Higher than the bullies
More numinous than human children
Emotions take me back
To that playground long ago
I limit my eating living in the painful past
When I’m dysregulated I hear their ridicule
Equal to hearing my own judgment
I honestly listen longer to them
Than to god. I need to make my mind
Nicer to me. Mind controls emotion.
I need to listen to god.
No man is higher than god.
