Mi vértebra bloqueada

Eres mi quinta vértebra torácica.

Eres el peso que rompe mi espalda en miles de mitades.

Eres el desequilibrio entre mis hombros.

Eres el resorte que me ata al suelo e impide que me levante.

Eres mi respiración, mi aliento y mi posición.

La clave que derrumba todas mis articulaciones.

S-T-O-P

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Y qué pasaría si...

...te atrevieras a hablarme directo, claro y contudente?

...te atrevieras a cerrar o abrir las puertas, a no dejarlas entreabiertas nunca más?

...tuvieras coraje para aceptar el camino y los hechos?

...fueses capaz de posicionar tus prioridades?

...

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That's

"You are the hole in my head

You are the space in my bed

You are the silence in between

What I thought and what I said

You are the nighttime fear

You are the morning when it's clear

When it's over, you're the start

You're my head and you're my heart

No light, no light

In your bright blue eyes

I never knew daylight could be so violent

A revelation in the light of day

You can't choose what stays and what fades away

And I'd do anything to make you stay

No light, no light

Tell me what you want me to say

To the crowd I was crying out and

In your place there were a thousand other faces

I was disappearing in plain sight

Heaven help me, I need to make it right

You want a revelation

You want to get "right"

But it's a conversation

I just can't have tonight

You want a revelation

Some kind of resolution

You want a revelation"

['No light, no light' - Florence + The Machine]

Florence siempre está. Para aclararte las ideas, declarar el subconsciente...

Prozac Nation

"I'll be OK. And there's a reason.
I call this the crackhouse, where I come to score.
Dr. Sterling is my dealer.
Seems like everyone's doctor is dealing this stuff now.
Sometimes it feels like we're living in a Prozac Nation.
The United States of depression.
I don't know who I am anymore.
I have this personality.
And it's fucked up, but it's me.
And I see myself becoming this person who does the right thing,
who says the right thing, but that's not me.


If only my life could be more like the movies.
I want an angel to swoop down to me like he does to Jimmy Stewart in "It's a Wonderful life" and talk me out of suicide.
I've always waited for that one moment of truth to set me free and change my life forever, but he won't come. It doesn't happen that way. All the drugs, all the therapy,  fights, anger, guilt, rafe, suicidal thoughts, all of that was part of some slow recovery process. The same way I went down, I came back up.  Gradually, and then suddenly. The pills weren't a cure-all, God knows, but they gave me breathing space, which allowed me to start writing again, only this time, it wasn't as if my life depended on it."

The film 'Prozac Nation'

Unconscious or not?

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