confused, I hope you are doing OK today. I think that was a lot of heavy stuff for your T to include in his email. (((hugs)))

I've been reading Rumi, the poet, during the break. My T often has a book of his poems laying about in his office. A few weeks ago, when I was going through this phase of feeling really volatile and unable to contain my emotions, I was shopping in a bookstore and saw a book of poems by Rumi. I picked it up, opened it, and read the poem on the page I opened to. I so related to it, and it made me feel a lot better to know that a 13th century Persian poet felt exactly what I had been feeling. It made me feel more "normal" somehow to share these feelings with a man from long ago. Here is the poem I opened to:

The Inner Workings
(Rumi)

The inner working of a human being
is a jungle. Sometimes wolves
dominate. Sometimes wild hogs.

Be wary when you breathe.
At one moment gentle, generous qualities,
like Joseph’s, pass from one nature
to another. The next moment
vicious qualities move in hidden ways.

In every instant a new species rises
in the chest—now a demon, now an angel,
now a wild animal, now a human friend.

There are also those in this amazing jungle
who can absorb you into their own surrender.

If you have to stalk and steal something,
steal from them.