I've been on a strict news diet since November, self-imposed after losing my ability to sleep or concentrate on anything other than THE CATASTROPHE. I couldn't paint, couldn't see friends because I knew what they'd be talking about, couldn't write, and definitely, positively couldn't sleep. I know I am not alone.
But the trauma is beginning to fade and I'm reaching out a bit, painting very small things, and yes, sleeping. At a national level, things are going downhill fast, and the future does not look bright, not one bit, but somehow the shock is fading and life is going on. Horrifyingly, this reminds me of how I felt after being mugged many years ago, my face swollen, my teeth loose, staring wide eyed into the dark each night until the trauma faded from my body and then my mind. And so it goes.
I don't have much to say about this, just this observation that trauma fades over time, and we recover, and we move on. I am trusting that our body politic will react as our body physical. We suffer the trauma, we are shocked, pained, horrified, damaged. And then we start to heal and repair. It takes a long time, years for sure, but we go on. We cast out our demons, even when we are temporarily overrun by them, and we wrest control of ourselves and find our way back to sanity and peace and health. Please let this be true.
