Dear Companions, It was bound to happen, that I would appear here in a moment totally distraught with absolutely nothing positive to say at the start. A strand of snot hanging from my nose like a spider’s web. Self-pity, like a purple grape inside my throat.
I'm sorry, Rebecca, you're going through a mentally and physically challenging time. I've been there before many times. They always pass. And you'll get back up sometime. But for now it's okay to allow yourself to fall apart and cry. Tomorrow will be a different day. I wish I could hug you for real.
These moments are so horrible Rebecca. When you're in them they seem like the only truth. And when you're feeling better about everything, love and connection feel like the real truth. The only thing I can say is that the second feeling is even more convincingly solid than the first one, just like you can believe you're awake in a dream but you know you're awake when you're awake. Sending love.
I'm sorry, Rebecca, you're going through a mentally and physically challenging time. I've been there before many times. They always pass. And you'll get back up sometime. But for now it's okay to allow yourself to fall apart and cry. Tomorrow will be a different day. I wish I could hug you for real.
A virtual hug is not the same but I send one your way anyway. Or two. Or ten thousand. <3 <3 <3
I am giving you the biggest, warmest hugs right now and we can just stay hugging like this for as long as you need.
These moments are so horrible Rebecca. When you're in them they seem like the only truth. And when you're feeling better about everything, love and connection feel like the real truth. The only thing I can say is that the second feeling is even more convincingly solid than the first one, just like you can believe you're awake in a dream but you know you're awake when you're awake. Sending love.