I was on the road today when Jackson Browne's 1973 song "Doctor, My Eyes" came on the radio. I'd never listened closely to the lyrics. Musically, it's this fast, upbeat shuffle. But the poem is a song of desperation... about how we exile unwanted feelings, until a day comes that we can't feel anything at all.

I was in tears myself by the end. Because I've been feeling that numbness creeping up for quite a while. And he managed to touch it: that awful "prize" for learning how not to cry.

@impermanen_ I learned how not to cry at 6 years old. At the hands of my big sister's boyfriend. If I'd cried I would have died. And then I lived like a dead person until i COULD cry and talk.
@Lizette603_23 oh, that’s awful. I’m glad you’re safe today and can talk and cry again.
@impermanen_ I'm nearing 77 now. That was a long time ago. A long journey. But it can be done and it does get better and life can feel free and safe and good. Testament to it is my life. Never give up on YOURSELF!