Yeah. Not my favorite day of the year. But it’s not as bad this year as in the past, even though I’m home rather than on the other side of the globe. I don’t have the energy for the symptoms. It’s like my brain and body have made a truce. My brain will leave me alone so my body can finish healing.
You know, even having finished counseling years ago, I feel closer to making peace with my past. I can’t change it. It’s always going to be there, but that was then and this is now. I don’t mean to say things will always be peachy keen. But I can keep moving forward.
I’m looking forward to moving to Hong Kong, but part of me wants a regular old job here in the states. One that will give me health insurance so I don’t have this stress I’m going through right now. I love teaching, but with my student loan debt going back to school isn’t an option. I don’t know. I get more confused as I think about it.
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A truce sounds like a good idea. You’ve been through ordeal after ordeal, one after the other. You’ve got to rest. You can only take so much. Its past time for your brain and body to rest.