Dysregulated and Owning it.

The truth of healing and a series of poems about it

I find myself increasingly dysregulated these days. My heart rate is endlessly jacked and nothing feels right. The activated state of existence is reminiscent of my years living with debilitating OCD. It’s as if I am caught oscillating between states of hypervigilance and bottomless sorrow. Violent waves of each come and go and even with regular exercis…