so, dare i ask, but what was the event that pushed you towards this feeling?
what’s going on in the everyday life of an ensign, if it is any of my business.
just throwing it out there in case you need venting.
Oh good, somebody got that.
Poetry and music is so helpful when I’m in this state, so if anybody else has bits to share, please, please do.
Least Original User Name Ever, thanks for asking. I don’t want to get into it now, though. I just want to live through it, if you dig.
Anne Lamott once wrote about a cat who, when it was injured, went and laid in a cool mud puddle. The injury wasn’t life-threatening, so the owner let it. Anne wondered if the owner should take it to the vet, but the owner said no, the cat knows what it needs to do to get better. And after a few days, sure enough, the cat got up and cleaned itself off and was good as new.
I guess I just have to lay around in this here mud for a little while and wait to heal, that’s all.
I’m making a playlist now, with the songs suggested in this thread, including “True Love Waits” though it was an anti-suggestion, and with some of my own mud-puddle music. Perhaps today will be better than tomorrow, and if not, perhaps tomorrow will be better than today.
I like that story.
Hang in there, Ensign.
I’m in the same space as you my friend, so I can really empathize.
I think I’ll make a playlist of the suggested songs as well.
I’m going to suggest the addition of ‘Let The River’ Run by Carly Simon.
I would like the people reading this to add their own uplifting songs, I need a wickedly uplifting playlist to get me through another cold and grey, snowy day.
I’m caught between the worlds of funerary thank you cards, (they must get done but they’re killing me) and, what seems like, a thousand last times, it seems everything I put my hand to, the simplest things, like stripping the bed and washing the sheets.
Arg.
I was out at the drugstore buying thank you cards and avoiding coming home to an empty house and I saw a card that I bought just for me.
It kind of spoke to me, I guess, I have it pinned up over my computer.
It says:
" I’m strong enough to rise above,
most any troubled time…
Today may be a mountain,
but I was born to climb."
I thought yesterday was Everest and today is shaping up like Kilamajaro.
Good luck to you, you’re not alone.
For a good song for introspection: Change by Tracy Chapman. It’s helped me through a lot recently.
Via con queso.
Not old enough to be your mother, but {{{{Ensign Edison}}}}
I’m probably old enough to be your mom so hugs to you {{{ Ensign Edison. }}}
A little motherly advice if I may. Have a little wallow but don’t wait too long. I’ve been through some bad, bad times in my life and usually what got me through was getting out of the wallow and doing something, anything. Go for a long walk. Get your hands dirty and plant something even if it’s just potting a house plant. Get out in the sunshine (if there’s sun where you are) or out in the open air. Stare up at the night sky and soak up the awesome wonder of the universe. Find something, anything for which you are grateful including the mundane and the pointless. Dance, sing, act silly. Be overly nice to the cashier at the supermarket or convenience store. Buy cookies, candy bars, popcorn, whatever from the next kid you see standing in front of a strip mall selling stuff to raise money for his band/scout troop/school/church.
Go to the library or the book store and get/read a copy of Dr. Suess’ “Oh The Places You’ll Go” You’ll be glad that you did.
Write sappy poetry, or sad songs. Paint or sculpt or make something even if you don’t have any idea what you’re doing. Fingerpainting is fun because you get to get your hands all messy.
There are lots of complete strangers here (like me) who are wishing you the very best and hoping you (and everyone else in this thread who confessed to feeling the same) find peace and contentment very soon.
Since we’re throwing out songs, the OP reminded me of “It Can’t Rain All The Time” by Jane Siberry.