In a month of prompts that has been kicking my ass, demanding I delve in ways I never expected when I made the damn things, this checks out.

I go both ways on shadow self,
on both her being a system of thoughts that undermine and sabotage, a perfectionist made of mist, intangible and unaccountable but hardwired all the same to run interference whenever possible.
There is also a feeling that she lurks, lingers, hopeful that I won’t notice her until I require perspective that she stands out in light, but stays close in the dark spaces.

If the former, then all my talk of dickbrain is just another attempt to cast shade, as it were, at a part of myself that I give time and space to without acknowledging the benefits, if any.
But that aligns with the second, being that there is benefit to anything, given the proper perspective.