And, Life Takes A Rest
I have struggled to write this post. I think this is my third version that I wrote down, the rest have been in my head. It’s been about 6 weeks, maybe nearly two months, since I wrote a post about compassion fatigue and the struggles I was going through. I’m quite certain that I am not, and was not, the only one who struggles with that on occasion. My life has changed in so many ways since I wrote that piece and to try to put it into words is quite difficult. Or, perhaps I am making it more difficult than it has to be. On my drives to work…
Intentional Thoughts: Helen Keller
Compassion Fatigue And The Struggle To Go On
It’s been days since I’ve written anything. No journals, no posts, no novels, no stories. I’ve done little except escape into fiction books of dubious authorship and drink. Oh, and plan a little party for Abel that went well considering how my week had been. Why do I do this? Why is it when I most need to look at my feelings, I ignore my best coping skill? I can’t answer that right now. That is a question for another day. For today, I am feeling sad and scared. I feel like a failure or at least like I’m going to fail. Where’s that magic wand when I need it…
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