I just wanted to share this blog post here, because I found it really interesting.
Aisha - Follow Up on Getting Enough
I fully admit to being a pleasure/pain endorphin addict. I guess there are worse things to which I could be addicted. Yesterday, in fact, I felt exactly like an addict who is deprived of her fix. Shameful, perhaps, but there it is. Jonesing for pain.
I got it later that night, which may account for my good mood today. First I was crying, hard, with tears, which almost never happens, the tears part anyway. Then I was flying, feeling like my head was a balloon that was about to float off of my body. I got the impression that my collar was the only thing holding my head on. Weird, huh? And no drugs or alcohol were involved.
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