Dear Diary,
I find it somewhat amusing how I can clearly distinguish at least two parts within my mind – I won’t label them this time like “ego” or “spirit” or anything similar, I’m just sticking with what I sense. One part can harbor anger towards others, for instance, an ex-partner who left me because she was incapable of love at the end of the day. This part of my mind argues, “how dare she not see the value in me?”
The other part is undoubtedly wiser, calmer, compassionate, and I’d say “invulnerable.” It asks, “how can you hate or despise a broken soul who has forgotten how to love?” I know I need to nurture this second part. I want to. But it’s just now that I realize I also have to take care of the former part, the ‘wounded’ part.