Applied Pressure
I began pacing my room, my hands clutched tightly around my stomach. Why did I feel like I was in so much pain?
I sat down on the chair, wrapped my arms around my chest and doubled over.
Why was this happening to me?
The thoughts of abandonment were crushing down on me, and waves of insecurity were rolling over in huge crashing increments as the walls began closing in on me.
I closed my eyes and held my face in my hands, still staying like a curled-up ball on the chair. I tried to see Abe there on the dark canvas of my eyelids, but I wasn’t picturing him as I so clearly wanted to. I could picture him, and he was there, but I felt like I couldn’t connect with him.
I sat up abruptly as the picture of Abe reminded me of last night’s dream. He had held out his hand to me
