Yesterday while I was eating breakfast, I bit into my cheek. It hurt like hell and it took me a little while to actually start chewing again. It was really painful. Throughout the day I chomped into the same wound and had to wait each time for the pain to subside. I knew the wound was there but seemed powerless to stop myself from chewing into it.
Several weeks ago I was with my extended family. I had this idea of how the conversations were going to go. The only problem was that when I had the opportunity to make what I was thinking a reality, I locked up and couldn't follow through with my thinking. I was so frustrated. I was so stuck. To me it compared to biting into my cheek. I know the wound is there. I know it will be painful if I bite into it again. And yet I can't seem to help myself. It prolongs the pain and increases the amount of healing time needed, but I'll be damned if I can stop it!.
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