A vocational rehabilitation therapist, that is what Faye told me was her official job title. I had no idea what this string of knotty words meant. It sounded like nothing at all. I was not tolerating the unknown well.
Underneath the oceanically heavy wet blanket of the grief - I WANT to do more AND there are only little steps - AND those are only made up of what I CAN do.
In moments that feel at least like a simulation of decoupling from that heaviness of being under this ocean made of wet wool made from grieving sheep - my mind is SO anxious to grab that opportunity and take stock of all that I am still NOT able to do. And then that is the battle; to tell that voice to fuck off.
Very helpful to think about the bigger context of 'movement.' In my own months of 'ground all the way down' acute loss, I could not move from my couch. 'Movement' didn't feel like a thing...I wanted to do, valued, felt drawn to.
This is such a hard lesson to learn - I come to it over and over - thanks for the beautiful reminder that that is okay too💕
Every day is like this...
Underneath the oceanically heavy wet blanket of the grief - I WANT to do more AND there are only little steps - AND those are only made up of what I CAN do.
In moments that feel at least like a simulation of decoupling from that heaviness of being under this ocean made of wet wool made from grieving sheep - my mind is SO anxious to grab that opportunity and take stock of all that I am still NOT able to do. And then that is the battle; to tell that voice to fuck off.
Very helpful to think about the bigger context of 'movement.' In my own months of 'ground all the way down' acute loss, I could not move from my couch. 'Movement' didn't feel like a thing...I wanted to do, valued, felt drawn to.
You have no idea how timely this post was when I read it. Thank you for penning this piece. You are a light <3
Excellent , Thank you for that . 💞