Tonight I imagine a man sitting on my bed and I hold his hand or grip his arm or jeans/leg so that I wake up if he leaves.
went to a mtg last night w a new friend and the lead was by an older man on loneliness. It was beautiful so raw you cud tell he had long term sobriety. Then the following shares were so honest too. The human condition, loneliness and then the opposite of the relief and joy of connection. It’s really funny how we think we’re so different but we’re all the same. When it came to my turn I did share but honestly I could’ve just said “same” or yup me too.
I don’t like the nighttime: I fight sleep like hell ha. I feel ungrounded need a man’s weight. God please help me to remember you, your will not mine be done.
I guess I cud embrace the spacy feeling like drifting to sleep while floating in space.. I prefer to be grounded for sleep, I’d like to be on the earth smelling the dirt something to touch; rooting in for the night like a bunny.
God I offer myself to you. Please help me sleep. I pray for willingness to do what I’m supposed to.