There was no word for my experience.

I just never thought that this thought had anything to do with anything other than my own brains. Remaining nameless is fine with me and as Byzantine has used suits me better: a physical manifestation of my emotional pain.

The 'process out' of using this 'physical manifestation' has stealed its way into my being just as the first initial thought stealed its way in, both are fairly nameless. The 'process out' came through a realization that there was even a thought in the first place. You deserve peace.

Don't let the words fool you away from hope of a better way, albeit a narrow way.

Love,
Hunny

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