I wonder if you realise the honesty revealed to us about your efforts to unearth and alleviate deeply-held trauma actually is kintsugi to your soul, the humour knitting golden curves, lines and zigzags along the deepest, darkest fissures.
Uncanny how much your written path resonates. The holidays present an additional layer of exquisite stress like a radish rosette perched atop a shitty bagged salad. Which is fun. And uncomfortably vivid. You'll get through this no matter how many cream pies and pieces of broken brain china it takes. L' unité!
I love Duolingo, but it's not enough, obviously. but addictive. lol. I'm trying to learn several languages at once, it's a mess.
(French, I used to learn, was making progress, then my tutor left..en fin..forgot all, trying to revive. Was going well untill I added other languages)
..don't know where I'm going with that. "hugs" is too familiar so I hesitate. but hugs
I once took French and German at the same time in high school. It was a mess. I could only remember German words in French class and only French words in German class. And in English class, all the French and German words came to the fore.
I hear you on the comfort eating. During the Trump years and the pandemic, my snack of choice were Triscuits (with or without cheese). They are very crunchy and were my angry snack. Quite satisfying and not good for my figure at all (nightly cocktails didn’t help either).
Ah yes, I see-saw between spending and eating to ‘manage’ difficult feelings, except neither of them actually work. It’s taken me 63 years to work this out - what I do about it is a mystery.
I wonder if you realise the honesty revealed to us about your efforts to unearth and alleviate deeply-held trauma actually is kintsugi to your soul, the humour knitting golden curves, lines and zigzags along the deepest, darkest fissures.
Uncanny how much your written path resonates. The holidays present an additional layer of exquisite stress like a radish rosette perched atop a shitty bagged salad. Which is fun. And uncomfortably vivid. You'll get through this no matter how many cream pies and pieces of broken brain china it takes. L' unité!
can take decades. depending
I love Duolingo, but it's not enough, obviously. but addictive. lol. I'm trying to learn several languages at once, it's a mess.
(French, I used to learn, was making progress, then my tutor left..en fin..forgot all, trying to revive. Was going well untill I added other languages)
..don't know where I'm going with that. "hugs" is too familiar so I hesitate. but hugs
I once took French and German at the same time in high school. It was a mess. I could only remember German words in French class and only French words in German class. And in English class, all the French and German words came to the fore.
I hear you on the comfort eating. During the Trump years and the pandemic, my snack of choice were Triscuits (with or without cheese). They are very crunchy and were my angry snack. Quite satisfying and not good for my figure at all (nightly cocktails didn’t help either).
Courage, ma brave!
I think you know you can't do therapy 'wrong', it takes as long as it takes I guess. I know that's not a great answer....sending love anyway
Ah yes, I see-saw between spending and eating to ‘manage’ difficult feelings, except neither of them actually work. It’s taken me 63 years to work this out - what I do about it is a mystery.