Madly Ever After

With apologies to A.A. Milne.

There’s times when just sitting in the sun and generally not giving a fuck really helps said Pooh to Piglet.

The Boy now has a tan halfway up his arms, well a lesser white than he usually is.

None of The Boys daemons have been around today but this has led to an underlying anxiety about motivation and self. Not helped by being left virtually alone in his office.

Living in your own head is a real challenge and I had to take the Boy for a walk several times just to avoid the cold emptiness of the office space which reminds him of his existence. Or former lack thereof.

It’s funny spending time without the daemons, there’s anxiety not hearing the virtual voices telling you to do one thing or another because of what others will think. Instead just the chance to be and do whatever we wanted with no supervision.

Yes, this sounds like DID but it’s not. Naming fragments of your personality is perfectly normal and actually encouraged in DBT.

So there’s me, the physical being, The Boy (inner child), Azreal (the dark), and Bendu (the balance). Bringing them all together is the journey. Oh fuck, it’s the Anakin Skywalker story again. You were the chosen one, you were supposed bring balance to the force!

Random Tarot card pull gives the 10 of Wands. Fight through the the burdens I tell The Boy, this too will pass.