Thanks, Unbroken1, for this article.
I can relate in a huge way to those expectations of finding the magic pathway leading straight to recovery. Followed by another set of dashed hopes, if not even worse flare-ups of feeling like it's all hopeless from the start. And then we start again. Go figure, as shouldn't we know better the futility of hope; and yet, we try again, anyway.
There are answers, neither as easy as they're made to sound or even that radically different from our failed protocols of coping. I don't know, my sense there is that the answer is that no, none of what happened can wholly provide the relief we'd like to imagine can be found. It's a rotten mess, sad and maddening. Yet I guess it's what survivors do, in order just to live.
I could ramble even further afield, and that in itself illustrates how frantic any search for healing can entail. Wear rugged hiking boots.
Thanks, though, for referencing this realistic overview of just how hard this really is.
I can relate in a huge way to those expectations of finding the magic pathway leading straight to recovery. Followed by another set of dashed hopes, if not even worse flare-ups of feeling like it's all hopeless from the start. And then we start again. Go figure, as shouldn't we know better the futility of hope; and yet, we try again, anyway.
There are answers, neither as easy as they're made to sound or even that radically different from our failed protocols of coping. I don't know, my sense there is that the answer is that no, none of what happened can wholly provide the relief we'd like to imagine can be found. It's a rotten mess, sad and maddening. Yet I guess it's what survivors do, in order just to live.
I could ramble even further afield, and that in itself illustrates how frantic any search for healing can entail. Wear rugged hiking boots.
Thanks, though, for referencing this realistic overview of just how hard this really is.