I've pretty well decided that yesterday's incident was psychosomatic, and if it wasn't, I'm going to pretend it was psychosomatic.
Also, I have a cat between me and my keyboard.
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2 comments:
Empathy?
We do feel the griefs and pains of those we love--just because things can be unhealthily enmeshed doesn't mean we can't have compassion, empathy, even pick up physical sensations and still be ourselves.
Just a hypothesis. Use or not as it works for you.
Hugs.
Makes a lot of sense, hun, and actually something I hadn't thought of despite the fact it's happened to me before.
Just now, y'know, like _that_.
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