Intrusive thoughts.
The thoughts are intrusive; not just intrusive, invasive. They plow through my peace and my happiness. They make me imagine a line on a non existent battlefield, a choice to fight or flee. Worse: that there is no fight, I must only flee.
And the thoughts make me think that they are actually my thoughts; my truths, my feelings.
They are not. I make my choices, I choose my feelings.
A zap of intrusive feelings in the brain is not a sign from a god I donât believe in or some universal force.
It is an aberration, a symptom of physical changes in my body.
I am safe. I am loved. I create safety. I give love.
The intrusive thoughts are not the truth.













