rodent cemetery
Our cat brought home another dead animal. I am overcome with anger, guilt and sadness. I buried this small rodent in our garden - he was beautiful. I realize all this will sound completely ridiculous to some. My feelings are big. They always have been. Situations that leave some indifferent, leave me unable to care for myself in the most basic ways. I have spent most of my life unsuccessfully trying to get away from my feelings. They are messy, loud and uncomfortable. Not only can I not get away from them, the harder I try, the louder and more rambunctious they get. They will not be ignored. My feelings seem to threaten my very identity and existence. They are dangerous. I have believed this to be true for so very long - that feelings are to be feared and controlled because they are so powerful and destructive. But, I am slowly learning that they cannot kill me. I have lived my life trying (and failing) to outrun my feelings and it has left me exhausted a...