Comment written on a blogger’s post tonight, had to share because well… just had to for some reason:
I read this and liked it. Then I went away for a little bit. Could not stop thinking about it. So now I’m back. Here’s what I’ve been thinking. As a PTSD survivor struggling against many things (none terminal that I am a aware of), I really have no right to comment on anyone’s journey.
Let me just say that giving myself permission to just feel what I feel, as and when I feel it, has given me a profound freedom from that human need to always have balance. Now, when I have days of imbalance, which far outnumber the days of balance these past couple of years, I let myself be.
My heart goes out to you in your journey and struggle to find your equilibrium. For what it’s worth, I like you just the way you are and I think you may have already found you.
While it’s true nobody likes a pity party, when life throws us turd balls, the best we can do is the best we can do. A title of a book I once read was All you can do is all you can do and all you can do is enough. You are enough. This offering of a glimpse into the very soul of you is enough.
The balance of you was well delivered and at no time did I feel inundated with bleakness, the ilk of which I am guilty of pounding out for readers when I could do nothing else. Breathing and writing was all I could do, is all I can do some days, still.
It is enough.
We may not have the power to right the wrongs in life but we can write the wrongs and write on.