April 11, 2012
It bothers me, but there is nothing I can do about it. It's the sense of powerlessness that really gets under my skin, stays under there and bites with sharp teeth. I will not lash out. I am patient and gentle and kind, and will remain patient and gentle and kind until the bitter end. Someone can lay hands on me or on the one I love, and I will defend with patience and gentleness and kindness. I am not belligerent. I do not lie down, but I bear it with sympathy and love. I trust myself to be stable.