Dear T:

This seems new-- when things start to go off the rails, when I feel bad and stressed and have trouble sleeping, I turn my focus to the things that I know bring me joy, if I can. Can't walk now, too much icy slippery stuff on sidewalks, but will go to the pool tomorrow and Friday. A nod to doing the creative stuff, and the other coping things that work. I feel like I used to sit there in the dark, wondering why no one was turning on the light, or if they asked me, I might say, "no, that's okay, I'll just sit here in the dark." This is better. But I still feel a little like a scraped-up old wounded place is hanging out inside my heart.