At 1:40am this morning I woke up with such a start. The emetophobia must have whispered to me in my sleep. I woke up because I was convinced I was about to be sick.

Seems as good a time as any to share my poem about emetophobia from my journal dated 2/9/05.

Emetophobia
What does it mean?
Where does it come from?
Is it part of a team?

Emetophobia
Why are you here?
I was doing just fine
Before you began to appear

Emetophobia
No matter how I fight
You are always here
From morning to night

Emetophobia
Why won’t you leave?
I can’t cope any longer
With you up my sleeve

Emetophobia
What is life without you?
How do people act?
What do they do?

Emetophobia
I just wish you could see
Just how much
You are damaging me

Emetophobia
You’ve had control
For the last 8 years
You’ve taken my soul

Emetophobia
Now it is time
To stop those years
From rolling into 9

Emetophobia
I’m taking the reins
And stopping your knife
From cutting my veins

A somewhat hopeful poem at the time. Unfortunately it did make it to 9. In fact it has made it to 15. The Witch is now 15 years old and still going strong.

I’m still struggling to take that knife from The Witch & Mrs Introject (who I believe now to be part of the witches team). I’m still fighting to stop them from cutting my veins.