Lots going on after our winter break, like repairing our mangled driveway, by digging out the roots that raise the asphalt and break the water pipes. This is, naturally, a massive project, and it's all hands on deck, which is our usual style. And another thing, my Christmas present is under construction-assembly! On IG I made people guess, but I'll just blurt it out, here: A ginormous swing! As dreamt of and requested, I am getting a swing tall enough to make me feel 6 years old! SQUEEEE!
January 9 ::
(I am writing this post in April, and I am hesitant to share this moment, except, I want, desperately, to believe that I am progressing. It's still hard. I've had two panic attacks this week. I am being treated for PTSD. I'm going to physical therapy twice a week, and see a counselor. I wear a night guard now, because nightmares have me clenching my jaw and grinding my teeth. There are more issues and struggles I could list, but what I want to remember and focus on is how much I am doing to recover. It's no small thing for me to accept help, to seek help, to be vulnerable, to act on faith that my fears and doubts can and should be addressed by professionals. Sometimes, my own insecurities, shame, and desire to be private, are as hard to overcome as the symptoms I am so eager to manage, banish. Trauma is insidious.)
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(This post was back-blogged on April 25, 2019.)