My self-compassion levels are just too low;
I can’t bear revealing my imperfection, confessing my love to Someone else first, or even sending an ‘Are you online?’ message to a friend.
Relationships are dangerous, safety is nothing, and harm and threats are everywhere in the dark jungle.
Yet I regard these as precious.
‘You can get out of the group;
I can as well.’
-‘Maybe you could ask, but I know you won’t......’
-‘Actually I will if you wish.’