A Piece of it

I feel like a part of me has gone missing, that I don’t need to express the same preferences as my spouse/offspring.

It’s as if I’ve had an ungainly extra limb growing from my side, useless and always present, and had it amputated. My life is better for it, but I feel … phantom dysfunction. Or something. I feel like I should scratch the itch on my neurosis’ wrist, but it’s gone and I can’t, and the loss is overwhelming.

Like that. Or in the ball park. My psychopathology taxonomy functions are all off-line tonight.

3 thoughts on “A Piece of it”

  1. they say when one has a limb amputated, they feel phantom itch & pain, where the limb used to be. I think the same could be said for ‘amputated’ psychological limbs. The phantom pain & itch are very .. real.

    *gentle hugs*

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