Tag: hurt

in which I am working on compassion

My left leg is being an idiot again. It had been behaving for a bit there; not perfect, not ideal, but just okay enough that I was feeling hopeful. Today, though. Today I woke up with it feeling heavy, leaden, achy, dull and less- than- responsive. Stupid leg. Idiot leg. I got out of bed and immediately felt a flash…

in which I am jumbled and rusty, but I tell it true

Did you ever have so much going on in your life, so much constant motion, that you just felt frozen? Locked up? That’s how it is over here these days. I’ve been digging through my toolbox of comfort behaviors- all my mental health lifesavers- but nothing has been doing the trick. There’s no magical plaster for the amount of sheer…

in memorial

R, who crashed into the side of a mountain in Albania: I remember you. S, who was set on fire in Lashkar Gah: I remember you. J, who was executed by Talibs in Kandahar: I remember you. R, who was shot through the head on his knees in the Iraqi desert: I remember you. J.B., who died of cancer after…