My spirit has been bristling under the scratchy sweater that is my personality.
I know you guys get this.
I am not who I seem to be.
I am not the woman who snaps at the slightest offense.
I am not the woman yelling at you on the phone.
I am not the woman ignoring you because you are needy or inconsiderate or ignorant.
Who is that woman? I don't even recognize her voice.
My spirit is silenced behind the thick cow neck. My spirit is weighed down by the sweater's weight. My spirit is developing a rash.
There are no nice analogies. But it does give me hope that I can see the line. Now, if only I could get my personality out of the way.
Father...I need you...