I am not my body’s reaction to the outside world.
Because I feel it does not make it real.
Pain is an indicator of injury much like an alarm sounds to alert of fire; pain is not personal.
I am stronger than the machine I operate; when it breaks down, I do not break down with it.
When it rumbles, slows, trundles, sputters, I conduct maintenance and nothing more.
My body is the machine, I am the operator. Its pain is not mine. Its biological desires are its own. Its limitations do not bind me.
I am something else.
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It is hard to connect with your body if you body has been so hurt in the past that getting out of it was the only way to survive. I don’t know if you can relate to that but it is what I thought of when I read your post.
my councilor tries to connect me into my body with varying success. sometimes it can feel amazing and wondrous – but it does not last.
I am told it does not always have to feel like this.