Sad again
I've improved generally from the floor of depression and the inescapable anxiety of PTS.
But I'm sad now. And more self criticism. More looking in the mirror and saying "what a fucking mess."
Hopefully just a pause in the rebuilding from scratch process.
Missing my old friend in between the reality that she's ill and not available anyway for needy people or the traumatized.
I'll keep working on my therapy and supporting that lovely 5 year old boy who I love so much even though it's long past time for him to rest and find peace.
But I'm sad now. And more self criticism. More looking in the mirror and saying "what a fucking mess."
Hopefully just a pause in the rebuilding from scratch process.
Missing my old friend in between the reality that she's ill and not available anyway for needy people or the traumatized.
I'll keep working on my therapy and supporting that lovely 5 year old boy who I love so much even though it's long past time for him to rest and find peace.
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