Epiphanies

I had an epiphany about the shame I feel when relationships with women end — a deep sense that I am bad, unworthy, and that the loss is proof of it. It connected my pattern of abandonment to my mother, and felt like genuine news even though I’ve written about it many times before.

Intrusive thoughts on a massage table.

Reconciling myself to the inevitability of imperfection, the certainty of loss.

A realization about my writing.

Aha! Or, duh!