Much better the day after that last post. Most of the time I do very well. This one took me unprepared.
There are days I know will be difficult: my daughters’ birthdays. Our anniversary. Christmas. As those approach I give myself a bit extra pampering, allow myself a bit of grieving, buy myself a good chocolate bar and maybe some other delicacy. I take extra naps. In advance, I might take extra vitamins and immune boosters, since being low in spirits often coincides with a lowering of resistance to sickness.
I’m not a cry-er; it would probably be better for me if I were.
But what the mind doesn’t consciously identify, the body often will know and react to. This can be brutally hard at times. Suddenly finding oneself low and not knowing why is almost more distressing than being low in itself. When I’m low on certain expected dates, I know it’s because it’s that date and will pass by the time I wake up, tomorrow morning; but when I’m leveled and don’t know why, it leers at me and threatens to become my permanent state. This is unrealistic, of course, but sometimes the feeling dominates all.
The good news is that I got through a couple of anniversaries, this past year, with barely a wobble. There is a lot to be grateful for: if time doesn’t heal all wounds, it does generally make them less acute.