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Sometimes I sit here to write with just a feeling that I want to talk about something. I’m like that in real life too, I want to talk when my husband comes and sits next to me on the couch, but the words are stuck in my throat. I actually have a literal feeling of them being stuck there, i can feel something just above my thyroid. Talk about psychosomatic. I’m a totally psychosomatic person, my thoughts and feelings always affect my body in some bad way. Not that it doesn’t work the other way around too. Good feelings, like sacred in the secret place with God, can make my body feel blissful and heavenly. I just think anxiety is closer to the top and gets more air time. But someday, God will have me full time in the sacred place, and I will know heaven on earth.