Things We've Lost, Plastic Storage Bin Coping Mechanism, and Fear of the Other Shoe
Tonight I'm thinking about the kyanite pendant a dear friend once gave me and how it probably washed away in the rain falling on a gas station parking lot. Later that evening, I grasped at the pendant, which always brought great comfort, and it was gone. It was probably the most valuable item I ever owned. The person who gave it to me meant a great deal, and if I've learned nothing else in this life, it's that holding on to the good memories and the people who were parts of them are more valuable than all the riches the world could possibly offer. Today was the first Monday I have felt absolutely normal. There wasn't this pressing heaviness constantly shifting over my body and mind. I felt like a normal human; or, how I would imagine a normal human to function. I still felt that inner buzz of anxiety, but it was at a more regulated level. I had energy to complete the tasks at hand. I left work, went to the grocery store, cooked dinner, cleaned up dinner, scooped the ca...