“Traumatized people are not suffering from a disease in the normal sense of the word- they have become stuck in an aroused state. It is difficult if not impossible to function normally under these circumstances.” ~ Peter A. Levine
“Language is to the mind more than light is to the eye.” ~ William Gibson
“Waking consciousness is dreaming – but dreaming constrained by external reality” ~ Oliver Sacks quotes
I just had to close the window to keep out the chicken noise. For a while, actually for several hours, I thought I would not post today. Obviously that did not happen. But it won’t be much. It’s one of those depression days. I am grateful that I’ve learned acceptance when this happens. Sometimes it is best to get out and about, and other times, rarely, it is best to just stay home and wait it out. Today is a home day. Starting with an early morning nap. I’ve been standing strong since the shelter debacle cast me aside along with a dozen others. Why I couldn’t let it go by now is a moot question; it is what it is. Right? It is what it is. Have you ever heard someone say that? Sarcasm, irony, whatever. The point is that the standing strong thing has morphed from Sisyphus into Dagwood Bumstead. It’s a good sign. No, really. I still think of the cats. That’s why I grieve so. Let’s leave it at that, k?
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.