Afraid or A-frayed?
There is fear.
Acknowledged but in my case unacknowledged.
If I acknowledge the fear does that not give it power?
Does it not give power to those who seek to undermine me,
manipulate and coerce me, be the authority to the sequel of my undoing?
If I talk about being afraid, am I talking about
doubt or am I talking about anxiety?
Anxiety is my unofficial, unrecognized love language.
The love language of doing too much, perfecting, overthinking details,
and giving too much care to making you comfortable.
Want to unfray, unravel, and unfurl the overly anxious?
Pull a thread of mistake, error, imperfection out of their carefully crafted weave
and watch shit get frenetic.
Though most of it could be internal.
I was being sarcastic calling this a love language.
It’s a language of trauma and a coping mechanism.
A traulangism.
The frayed be ‘fraid.
Challenging and facing the past harms and wrongs is scary.
