just in

So today was rickety; bodymind shaky, like metal on metal down to the bone worn out; i didn't accomplish anything of value that i could easily gauge, i felt out of sync from waking till now, early evening. I didn't fit into today; words feel creaky ...

temporary obliteration of self

as noted elsewhere, in surviving mindfulness, one of the challenges of ptsd + mindfulness, is that some days suck. or rather, the day is fine—lovely in fact, like today—79 degrees and flowers and trees in refulgent expression of their beautiful lives.

but me, i, us ...