Emotions thrash around in my belly like the tentacles of some great fairy tale beast, fighting for dominance, for attention, but most of all fighting to break free. I don’t know how I ever ignored them before. I feel as if I’ve been rolled up tight in layers of plastic, the world insulated from the violence of my feelings, but now they all want out. Am I exhausted or alarmed or relieved that they’re strong enough to bother me at all?
