I love You so much… I still have this weird fear when I share my dreams, a worry they’ll be misinterpreted or misconstrued against us somehow. It’s old habits dying, but the vestiges are there. I thought on it more and wonder still if the albino girl was eating your traumas or eating mine. If the reason the child wants to pounce isn’t at Her, but for that darkness. Like your release makes my inner-thing want to release; like you said, “pain is addicting”. And teaching that part of me to just keep the space, to just be witness to your healing and your testaments to it, is difficult. I feel like I’ve been pretty good about hearing you, listening to your experiences, but last night for example I felt compelled to share my experiences rather than just holding that space for You. In a weird way, it’s like that younger self that’s learning to be at peace is fighting to “be on the bed”; to be loved and noticed, even though it already is. “This is how it’s supposed to be”. “This is what our organization does”. The spirit guide was putting me at ease and i think it’s kinda like she’s