Recently I read back through my posts, apologies for how dark things got after my miscarriage - I try to stay hopeful and positive but things were bad and I suppose that not only is that normal but it is fair to me, I deserve to honestly and truly sort through my emotions and my blog is kind of an appropriate place to do it. Anyway, as I was reading back I noticed that I seem to reference this proverbial "ground"; the feeling of my body meeting the pavement, the dirt and rocks burning into my skin, the cold and hard ground unwelcoming while I lay there trying to catch my breath - is kind of how I deal with things.
Want a little Truth Is? ... every single time something bad happens I imagine this scene. I probably should think it is strange, but it helps me to focus on something else while I sort through whatever difficulties have come along. It also helps me imagine my strength coming together as I drag my aching body up to fight again. To imagine steadying myself, ready to face whatever is coming at me next.
Weird? probably, but it helps me and I suppose that is where the frequent reference comes from.
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