A good double whammy for the Spring! Especially since personal matters are going well, work is…work, that’s why it isn’t called fun, especially with the pandemic. The bigger, ongoing concern was in the last session with my therapist, she wants to eventually be “fired,” once my life is stable. HA! I told my ex-wife, anxiety/depression is never over any more than an addict is 100% cured of their addiction. Given these times, once you have either, you don’t let them go because the wait list to get them, especially if medication is required, is months long. So much for Kapitalism solving our problems, the pandemic exacerbated them, and was exposed on how it creates them, how dare you have an empty hospital bed, that’s an opportunity cost, get rid of it! Obviously, as per Aesop’s Fables, the ant was a Communist and the grasshopper was an editor for The Economist.
Anyway, I think it’s just wise to keep these two mental healers in my life, even if it’s on the periphery (once every month or two). The wounds from divorce never go away, I think they become tougher scars. This I’ve concluded not just from my own but observations of friends at various stages in theirs. Then there’s my work, a constant frustration since it involves office politics no matter where you go and I’d be a huge success if I had a weaker moral compass, seems to be the common denominator with certain people in charge, same goes for the majority in government. Lastly, the cats. I love my little fur balls to the end and since their lives are much shorter, I’m always in tears whenever I lose one close to my heart. I continue to well up about Molly, Miette and Nemo. They were such wonderful fixtures in my life despite the last one pissing all over the floor until the day he died.
Onward to staying well-adjusted into Late Spring!
I know how you feel. It runs deep in my family. Surprisingly, I rather enjoyed the beginning of the pandemic. I still had to work (though not being a frontline person)…because I work from home, but there was a sense of togetherness in it all. People may have been hoarding toilet paper and anti-bacterial wipes, but it hit just as Spring was blooming. We were seeing people, families and couples out walking in the neighborhood which didn’t really happen unless they were yanking on a dog leash. There was a beauty in the slow down. I know it also brought out a lot of ugliness, especially as it got politicized, but I felt comfort in that bubble. 2022 has been like ripping the band-aid off. Things are getting back to normal. Work has become insufferable. We are forced to move out of state in order to maintain a standard of living that we are comfortable with. I am going through boxes of memories wondering what to keep and what to toss. It might not seem like much, but it’s a lot. So much so, that I want to retreat back to March 2020 (albeit without the orange guy).
I meant to add I am glad you are doing well. If you want, these two comments can count as one. ; )
I totally get what you mean!! One of the reason self care is so important!!