"Hold on, hold on to yourself. This is going to hurt like hell."- Sarah McLachlan
Please make a point to maintain contact with the people you know who are trauma survivors and people with histories of mental illness.
The insane cognitive dissonance of these times brings all the hard stuff to the fore, and it can be powerfully overwhelming.
Twice in the past week I have been startled in my sleep by sounds around me or in dreams, and have awakened to find myself kicking and punching the wall.
Trying to keep it all compartmentalized is easier some days than others. The bad days take my breath away and paralyze me with fear and anxiety, and solitary confinement, oops, no, I mean isolation, makes it so, so much harder.
Today was a very bad day. Looking out of the windows of my tree house, for the first time I could see the lantern fly damage to all the trees around me. It caught my eye when I noticed that trees at some distance look like lace with all the light in the negative spaces, where, at this point in summer, they should look like an opaque wall of green. And there's nothing I can do about it. I can't push back the tide and it's one more life altering event in which I'm mostly helpless. And it looks like a pandemic analogy.
Please hold on to us.
"Hold on, hold on to yourself. This is going to hurt like hell."- Sarah McLachlan
Please make a point to maintain contact with the people you know who are trauma survivors and people with histories of mental illness.
The insane cognitive dissonance of these times brings all the hard stuff to the fore, and it can be powerfully overwhelming.
Twice in the past week I have been startled in my sleep by sounds around me or in dreams, and have awakened to find myself kicking and punching the wall.
Trying to keep it all compartmentalized is easier some days than others. The bad days take my breath away and paralyze me with fear and anxiety, and solitary confinement, oops, no, I mean isolation, makes it so, so much harder.
Today was a very bad day. Looking out of the windows of my tree house, for the first time I could see the lantern fly damage to all the trees around me. It caught my eye when I noticed that trees at some distance look like lace with all the light in the negative spaces, where, at this point in summer, they should look like an opaque wall of green. And there's nothing I can do about it. I can't push back the tide and it's one more life altering event in which I'm mostly helpless. And it looks like a pandemic analogy.
Please hold on to us.