The Falling Bones

Metaphorical Narrative

The nightmare is not of monsters outside — it is the image of your own body betraying you. Bones falling loose like stones in a crumbling wall. The frame of your being scattered on the ground.

This is not random terror. It is the echo of words spoken over you, curses pressed into your nervous system by those meant to hold you. “You are weak. You won’t stand. You are a burden.” Each phrase hammered at the skeleton until the body rehearsed collapse as if it were destiny.

But bones are not props. They are not owned by curses. The frame was always yours.

Core Insight

Anxiety of collapse is the body remembering a sentence that was never true. Curses do not live in blood or marrow — they live in repetition. They are rehearsed until fear begins to feel like structure.

The truth: your bones do not fall out. They are alive, self-healing, self-holding. The curse can echo, but it cannot write reality. The skeleton belongs to you alone.

Saturday Experiment

1. Stand barefoot if you can. Press your feet into the ground.
2. Place your hands along your ribs or thighs, and say: “These bones are mine. They hold me.”
3. Speak a reversal aloud: “Every word that cursed me, I return. My frame is sovereign. I stand.”
4. Walk forward slowly. With each step, repeat: “I carry myself.”

Sunday Reflection

• If someone grew up hearing their existence was a curse, how would their body learn to collapse under the weight?
• What changes when they see the collapse as an echo, not reality?
• How would life look if every step carried the sentence: “I stand. I hold myself. I cannot be undone.”