The Big, Bad Week Chewed Me Up and Spat Me Out


 


Hi.

The last week has been perfectly awful. I'm going to skate as close to my "no blogging about work" rule as I ever will by saying that someone I worked with has died, and the feeling of loss is both specific and immense.

One of my personal mantras is that "recovery is not linear." I said it a lot to my mom when my folks got divorced. I say it to myself now, when I go from coping reasonably well to wanting to crawl into a hole, curl up in a fuzzy ball, and bite anyone who dares bother me. I'm bouncing around the Kubler-Ross tennis court without a net,* but I don't know how else to be at the moment.

Tell me something happy, willya? Anything will do.


*Yes, that was a mixed metaphor, and no, I'm not apologizing.

Posted: Thursday - June 22, 2006 at 09:14 PM         | |


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