A Few Difficult Days

[stormdog]

Over the last couple of days, complicated reactions to experiences and thoughts about those experiences' connections to numerous things in my past have left me feeling the worst I've felt since the end of my time in New York. I keep starting to write about it, then realize that I don't seem to have the ability to do so. I did manage (barely) to get to my doctor appointment on time today, but what I've been up to doing today and yesterday has been mostly sleeping or lying on the couch next to Danae.

I used my new headphone extension cord, thrifted with Posi on Sunday, to lie on the living room floor for a few hours early Wednesday morning listening to a few Indigo Girls albums. It reminded me of how much comfort I got in New York, lying in the recliner and listening to the same music on the vintage stereo my uncle fixed up for me.

I think some twelve hours of sleep and then watching a movie while snuggled with Danae on the couch tonight has helped get my head back in order. I still have a lot of stuff to process, but tomorrow will be another day, and with any luck I will manage it in a healthier, more active, and more productive way.

I'm so grateful for the support of people in my life, especially Danae, whose presence in my life is so many kinds of wonderful.