I Am One Who pulls you down into a whirlpool of despair and doubts. One little thought is all I need to spin around and around in your head until you cannot think of anything else but your pain. Shadowy hands grab at your heart and pull it apart. A fist grabs around your throat. You cannot speak. You cannot think. You can only cry out in pain, choking until your eyes burst from crying and your heart breaks from your despair.
I Am One Who peers through the peephole and sees the secrets that others try to hide. I am curious as to what happens behind closed doors that they don’t want anyone to see. Curiosity killed the cat, but I just want to know what is going on. I have learned to not ask about what I see nor to tell your secrets.
I began creating images for mental states I was experiencing and giving each a voice to speak to me. The first that reared its head was SLOTH WOMAN.
I am One Who drags you down and away from all that you say you want to do. I pull you into mindlessness and time creeps by as you watch with glazed eyes. Like gravity, there is no fighting me. You have to sleep or do nothing right now…whether you want to or not.
Sloth Woman is definitely a shadow of mine, and in writing the above, I think I found the gold — rest. Now, the choice is mine to honor this voice at the table and rest before I get wiped out completely, or resist it, throwing it back in shadowland and getting sucked into the black hole of sloth.