Yesterday was the first day all week that I left my apartment and the building.
Sometimes life is too overwhelming. Thoughts stick in my head; refuse to leave. Everything tastes funny. My body feels off, but I”m not sure how or why. My mind is foggy. So tired, yet unable to sleep. Everything feels wrong.
But then, it is March. My mind tells me I”m supposed to feel sick and lethargic. My body is trying to recapture those sensations through body memories. Runny nose, allergies, blocked sinuses, colds, infections, and a swollen face are my spring norm.
Instead, the opposite is happening. The herbs are working; all of the clogged up spaces around my eyes, nose, ears, and jaw are opening up. Sure, it feels like a major head cold. The sensations of stuff moving inside surprise and distract me sometimes, but they don’t hurt like in the past.
For the first time since childhood (maybe), the red, puffy, stuffy, tender places around my nose and cheeks are normal colored, smooth, and comfortable to touch. As those areas drain and heal, so do other parts of my body – including the muscles that usually tighten and prevent me from being active.
Why does that feel so wrong?
Probably because I shouldn’t be feeling this healthy, happy, and good, not according to the rules the monsters drummed into my head. I’m supposed to feel miserable and sick. To gross out my peers and teachers with my constantly runny, dripping nose and sneezing. To have to stay inside because of my colds.
How did I get that way? Still can’t remember. But the dreams share fragments of stories.
Between this and what I learned among family, my mind has been blown. Literally.
Next week, I go back to therapy and counseling. IT can’t get here soon enough.
Until then, I’m coping as best as possible with the conflicting feelings and sensations inside me.
If you’ve read past posts, you’ve seen this quote before. But it’s a good reminder for me right now.
Do as much as I can. Remember to feel everything and let go of what doesn’t belong. Keep on moving; there is an end even if I can’t see it. Finally, backlash is OKAY; it mean’s I’m doing something right. I survived backlash before. I’ll survive it again.
Thanks for reading.