I cannot even trust myself with my judgment about Grilled Yam Soup. My first reaction was that this would be great! A second later, my second reaction was to question it. “Ooooh, that looks good” VS. where does that come from: the calorie-less brothiness or my actual soul?
Am I missing a part of my heart? Or have I fractured/fragmented/frazzled/fractioned/frayed so much that because this reaction felt like it came from my head (my thoughts, my perception), it is somehow less? Do I need to expect something more visceral? Is the ME version of ME more visceral or does the ME version of ME that if it comes from my head, then it comes from me!?!
I think about it thirdly, as I like the idea of Grilled Yam Soup. I like the idea of coming home to it, taking it to school, putting it in boxes and being able to focus on enjoying every morsel. But I cannot trust the why – I question the why. I am so disjointed/disassociated/disgusted/dismayed that I cannot hear the voice fairly. Or is it that I am so tired (no synonyms for that one; maybe just FUCKING tired), that I cannot hear it, that my soul and desired do not have the loudness that they should? To bring it back to this recovery stage, stress is bogging down my soul?
Extrapolating from there: let’s say it is about the brothiness. Maybe I just prefer quantity. Maybe (in terms of my wife’s recovery), I am a finisher. I can avoid the mistake by finding comfort in this. The first stage though, is about dealing with the stress that’s bogging down my soul…