Ultimately, I realized how isolated I was feeling. And while we are settling here and we are making this house our home and this place our place, I’m still fragile and vulnerable in all the worst ways . . . I felt stuck here. If you’ve ever felt stuck, you know what a terrible feeling it is to believe you are trapped and powerless . . . I’ve learned one thing in my life and that is when feelings as strong as these surface, you’d better pay attention because stuffing them back down will create something intensely toxic . . .
So I just tried my very best to feel what I was feeling and not try to explain it away or “yeah, but we’re so blessed” it to death or try to manufacture resolution with the “God brought us here” pleasantries or slap a “God has something to teach me right now” on it . . . because doing any of these things prematurely will just backfire . . .
And I got through it. In the very ugly way that you get through sometimes. Lacking hygiene and cussing under your breath a lot. Eating fast food and sleeping with the lights on . . .
( http://www.gypsyink.com/category/home/ )
I don't have any other words to add except to say that this resonates deeply with me and it makes such a difference to know that you're not the only person in the world that feels a certain way. It makes the isolation shrink back into its dark corner just a little bit.
I don't have any other words to add except to say that this resonates deeply with me and it makes such a difference to know that you're not the only person in the world that feels a certain way. It makes the isolation shrink back into its dark corner just a little bit.
