I SO relate to this. I think it's similar to the way I got all choked up during a writing group session when one of the prompts was, "How are you ... really?" Just the thought that someone - albeit a disembodied, conceptual someone - actually wanted to know how I was actually feeling, and - I assume - offer me a moment of comfort and safety in the midst of the maelstrom that is life these days ... that simple kindness kind of broke me. It was a similar feeling of collapse or surrender or letting my vigilance down for the first time in a long time.
I SO relate to this. I think it's similar to the way I got all choked up during a writing group session when one of the prompts was, "How are you ... really?" Just the thought that someone - albeit a disembodied, conceptual someone - actually wanted to know how I was actually feeling, and - I assume - offer me a moment of comfort and safety in the midst of the maelstrom that is life these days ... that simple kindness kind of broke me. It was a similar feeling of collapse or surrender or letting my vigilance down for the first time in a long time.