The Big, Bad Week Chewed Me Up and Spat Me Out
Hi.
The
last week has been perfectly awful. I'm going to skate as close to my "no
blogging about work" rule as I ever will by saying that someone I worked with
has died, and the feeling of loss is both specific and
immense.
One of my personal
mantras is that "recovery is not linear." I said it a lot to my mom when my
folks got divorced. I say it to myself now, when I go from coping reasonably
well to wanting to crawl into a hole, curl up in a fuzzy ball, and bite anyone
who dares bother me. I'm bouncing around the Kubler-Ross tennis court without a
net,* but I don't know how else to be at the
moment.
Tell me something
happy, willya? Anything will
do.
*Yes, that was a
mixed metaphor, and no, I'm not apologizing.
Posted: Thursday - June 22, 2006 at 09:14 PM
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