Here is a short story that I have submitted to some online magazines recently. It is spiritual in nature, so, if this is not your thing, give it a swerve.
Pepi
I sit mesmerized by the cherry blossom breeze outside my window. It is a welcome distraction from the looming task at hand. This is a call I do not want to make, and as I consider it, the chest heaviness coupled with the stomach knot begins. Well, here goes.
- Hey, it’s me. Thanks for taking my call today. I had a bad dream last night, and I am feeling a bit down today. I need to self-nurture and journal how I feel on days like today. I wrote a few things down but began to cry, which surprised me.
At times, I think I am doing well and learning how to deal with my feelings, but apparently, not. Some say being too sensitive is a blessing and a curse. It is a blessing to feel my feelings and others’ feelings, but it can also be exhausting. Now I am beginning to think I may be a narcissist for thinking I am an empath. However, another part of me resents this ever-growing psychobabble vernacular which seeks to constantly re-label everything. Others say over-sensitivity can be a superpower but that is just a little bit too positive and hippy-dippy for me.
All the best
Stay fab
Adele
