(Maybe it's a brisk and silent shower before leaving the house, where the two of you barely speak, occasionally passing each other shampoo and loofas. Maybe you planned it in advance, jumping in with exciteable smiles, ready to relax, with slow and attentive touch.) There's such intimacy in shared time and proximity.

No matter how it is, it's only ever that. No ulterior motives, no faux displays. Just you and them together, in this moment of understanding.

What time is it?

If it’s late at night maybe it’s time to go to sleep. Nothing eventful is happening here on tumblr ok? Let’s lie down. Maybe put our earbuds in and listen to a podcast or music.

Have you brushed your teeth today?

Dental hygiene is import. Take 3 minutes to brush and floss real quick.

What about your hair?

Brushing your hair can be really soothing. The longer it goes without be brushed the more tangled it gets. Our hair likes being brushed, it makes it happy and healthy.

When was the last time you showered?

If it’s been more than 2 days let’s take a quick break and take a 15 minute shower. Wash your hair and face. Scrub your body with a soft washcloth. You’ll feel better.

If you can’t do that get a wet washcloth and do a dry bath. Dry shampoo (cornstarch works) your hair if it’s dirty.

When was the last you ate?

If it was a day ago or more, eat something small. A piece of fruit. A scoop of peanut butter. Some nuts. Soup is nice, easy to make, and fairly healthy.

Drink a half a cup of water

When was the last time you changed clothes?

Sitting in dirty clothes is never a good feeling. Change real quick and maybe do a load of laundry if you can. This will only take a max of 15 minutes.

Make your bed. I promise it’ll help a little bit. It won’t solve all the problems but your bed will be made. That’s something productive and good. You can do it!

If you have a pet take 2 minutes to love on it. Pet it. Tell it it’s a good pet. Does it have food and water?

Read for a few minutes. Something that isn’t on a screen. A paper book, a newspaper clipping, give your mind a quick break.

Sit in the sun for a moment. Even if you’re not outside, just go stand by the window.

Try drawing exercises. They’re nice and very calming. They’re easy and it’s productive.

Emptiness, longing, missing.

Searching for something with questions emerging.

A swirling deep inside, a visible shiver.

Yearning for touch, for warmth, for comfort.

The gentle hum of the water - white noise -

Peace found in-between the chitter chatter of talk show hosts.

The cancellation of feelings, emotions from that one tone hitting the base of serenity,

to rise upwards in a whirlwind of mist

creating an image of what lurks within.

Drops of water from the ceiling to the floor reflect the streaks painted in my own heart,

rolling down my cheeks an indistinct cry for help.

My outward shaking shouted about by the roaring wind outside,

testing the cracks in the window frame and exploiting the ones in my own self.

The swirling inside growing longer,

its arms reaching into every crevice swirming and collecting my thoughts in a circle so unhealthy I don’t know how to bring myself out of it.

Feelings of shame and worthlessness make themselves loudly known,

their remarks based on the body I own but should not.

A body that doesn’t feel or look as how it is meant to -

Broken in all the wrong places.

Helplessness pipes up as my femininity is mugged from me,

right before my very eyes.

Left naked and exposed,

I hide away from the world and myself as the abomination I currently am.

Piece by piece,

I am falling apart.

Overwhelmed with medicinal chemicals,

I no longer own my body.

It no longer does what it’s meant to.

I am a slave to the bacteria that have made me their own,

they seem to be greater in number than the ones I harmoniously live with.

But I take the pills,

I eat the yogurts and drink the live drinks,

and I wait.

I rest and I wait for the day when my battle is won.

When I can again be proud of who God created me as.

A woman.

A strong and courageous woman.

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Searching for something with questions emerging.

A swirling deep inside, a visible shiver.

Yearning for touch, for warmth, for comfort.

The gentle hum of the water - white noise -

Peace found in-between the chitter chatter of talk show hosts.

The cancellation of feelings, emotions from that one tone hitting the base of serenity,

to rise upwards in a whirlwind of mist

creating an image of what lurks within.

Drops of water from the ceiling to the floor reflect the streaks painted in my own heart,

rolling down my cheeks an indistinct cry for help.

My outward shaking shouted about by the roaring wind outside,

testing the cracks in the window frame and exploiting the ones in my own self.

The swirling inside growing longer,

its arms reaching into every crevice swirming and collecting my thoughts in a circle so unhealthy I don't know how to bring myself out of it.

Feelings of shame and worthlessness make themselves loudly known,

their remarks based on the body I own but should not.

A body that doesn't feel or look as how it is meant to -

Broken in all the wrong places.

Helplessness pipes up as my femininity is mugged from me,

right before my very eyes.

Left naked and exposed,

I hide away from the world and myself as the abomination I currently am.

Piece by piece,

I am falling apart.

Overwhelmed with medicinal chemicals,

I no longer own my body.

It no longer does what it's meant to.

I am a slave to the bacteria that have made me their own,

they seem to be greater in number than the ones I harmoniously live with.

But I take the pills,

I eat the yogurts and drink the live drinks,

and I wait.

I rest and I wait for the day when my battle is won.

When I can again be proud of who God created me as.

A woman.

A strong and courageous woman.