Like Words Together Reflections from the deep end of Practice.

9Apr/200

Together, Just

I wake up feeling like I’m made of gravel hastily bundled up in flimsy net; weighted down by dread and barely together.

I know I’m doing better than barely together, but when I first wake up, especially if I’ve bolted awake from another nightmare, I feel the heaviness of dread. I feel clumsy with anxiety, physically, mentally, energetically, spiritually.

Today I received my last paycheck from the City until we open. Until March 14th I was teaching 14 or more hours each week. I was officially laid off as of April 2. Although I could have done it sooner, today I filed my unemployment claim.

I also thought a lot about my Mother today. There’s been some anger present today! This is for a post written at a laptop!

It also occurred to me that I did most of my early yoga teacher training before I even had a PTSD diagnosis, much less the Complex Trauma add on. I thought of this seeing people share caution for a breath practice for folks with these diagnoses.

Once again I was hauling myself through trauma without any help. I’m really grateful I’m learning to ask for help more.

I’m also really grateful for these apple blossoms in our backyard.

These apple blossoms
Have been waiting all winter
To see the sunlight.

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