I would like to talk about my past week with you all, and what happened during my time of absence . . .
On Friday, I went with some friends to a concert. And as I’m standing in the nosebleeds, a thought slips into my mind.
If I were to jump, could I make it over the railing. And if I did, would I die from the impact of hitting the ground/seats/people below.
Maybe. . .
And I’m standing in the sixth row up, in the nosebleeds, with friends, and I’m thinking about jumping over the safety rails, and hitting the ground beneath me.
This thought tempts me every time I’m up somewhere high, and that’s one of the reasons I don’t like heights.
I don’t like feeling this way, and I don’t tell anyone I have felt this way. I don’t take this sort of thing lightly, and I want to talk to others, but I don’t know how to tell them, or how they would take it.
When that thought came to mind, it made me feel heavy, my chest felt hollow, but filled with water. I held my breath, even though it hurt to.
I don’t think I would have actually jumped (ever), but I thought about it. I had to sit down and take a breather, because I felt light-headed for a moment.
Thinking and feeling that way scared me.
Have you ever felt or thought this way?
And that’s that kitty cat! Cheers!
Also! This week, I’m talking subject requests, so if you have anything you want me to talk/write about, or ask a question about something I’ve written. That’s what I’m doing this week, so leave a comment down below, and I’ll check it out.