Dear Diary,
A blog I follow, The Write Nook, recently reminded me to write about gratitude.
Yes, I have heard this before. Read it. Thought about it. Pondered it. Forgot about it. Lost touch with it. Wrote it in Daylio (app). Made lists of it. Bought books about it. (List books included). And more, probably.
Reminders are helpful for me. Especially when from a variety of places. This does not work in all aspects. Oh, could I only hope. (I chuckle as I write that. And dream…)
Quickly moving on, this is so a healthy “if only I could… dream” is not hijacked by a thought of a symptom from either trauma or mental health. Such is the life when living with both. Although I cannot speak to it myself, I imagine it must bear some similarity in feeling. Perhaps not in intensity or duration, maybe depth. Still, a common experience, I dare to presume. Not as cognizant in most, hm, actually, good question to ponder.
Returning to gratitude, I am grateful for my progress and growth. Especially these past six months.
Just these past few days, I am grateful for knowing:
- I am at my capacity, mentally and emotionally. (A relationship in a truck, almost 24/7, is trying. After all, relationships are hard even under great circumstances.)
- How weathered is one part of the relationship impacting both people and their unity.
- Where are each of us at directs our union, it seems. At least, for right now. Two journeys with different histories shared and sharing trauma in a triangle of a sh*tshow, both literally and figuratively, we parted. Our individual journey’s parted. [The details of how and when are for other posts.]
As for me, I am grateful I was able to express myself in our couple’s session (Thursday) and receive the feedback I did.
What’s the feedback?
Next post, Reader!
See you here soon, again, I hope. Stay safe, please! Be well, R.
Rusty & Wolf 2019 