Lovely , warm , cosy . . . horrible , claustrophobic , trap.
I love my bedroom. A place to rest and regenerate. A place to have sex and to sleep.
I also hate it. It becomes my p r i s o n .
Perhaps my bedroom is B i p o l a r with me?
It brings me comfort and safety, but at the same time it confines me. I’m not motivated to leave the bedroom. I watch and listen to everyone walking past the house, going about their lives. I feel jealous.
My bedroom changes mood with me.
One time it is bright and airy, encouraging me to go out, be free and confident. The next it is dank and dark, not letting me escape, keeping me pinned to the bed.
One moment it is hot and sexy. The next, stone cold.
How can I even this out? How can I meet my bedroom in the middle?
I hope you are all feeling strong,