Goodnight friends! Days still falling away from me too easily, taking a while to recover my stamina after dealing with the benefits system – realising I’m dealing with mild aftershocks of panic and despair, probably dating back to my first disability assessment as a teen, the first time I had to sit in front of a panel unable to fully form sentences or stand under my own stength and be told there was nothing wrong with me.
Sticky shrouding dampness building up doesn’t help either, trees and paths receding fast into a cold grey mist. The woods are full of life and promise even in the gloom, clenched for now in the tight-packed scaly spikes of buds, months still from their full bursting.
May we build a deeper sense of reflection and compassionate understanding of our lives and histories today!
