During the afternoon of the retreat, I start to work on our assignments, but I’m exhausted and emotionally drained.
Monday is therapy day. It’s a relief to enter E’s office and not be crawling around at the very bottom of the pit. My depression has lightened some. I don’t have brain fog anymore. Most of the side effects from medication changes have receded, except for the minor problem that I cannot sleep. Okay, not…
Not a cheerful story to start the new year. But it’s honest, anyway.
Next year maybe I’ll skip everything from mid-December to the second week of January, thank you very much.
That’s a line from a short guided meditation I like that aims to acknowledge an upset and help regain balance. It’s in my head these days though. I am, in fact having a hard time. I had six pretty good days in a row last week, which was so encouraging. For most of this year,…
Learning more about how the brain stores traumatic memories gives me permission to stop beating myself up for incomplete accounts of what happened.
It’s been four weeks since I had major gynecological surgery. I wanted to take a minute to take stock of where I am and what I’ve learned while recovering.