While my encounter with the assailant (minute-man) no longer recycles in my brain at bedtime, I can't ignore the altered course of my life. I retain the same identity and goals, but my zip code and priorities have changed. My proximity to my daughter has changed. The minute-man has robbed me of my sense of security and comfort in public places.
My best efforts to move forward seem so futile. I'm swimming, walking, biking, praying, meditating and yoga-ing but depression is still looming; threatening to take me down and thwart any progress. To boot, being unemployed is amazing: while I have the whole day to contemplate and plan, I also have no motivation to accomplish anything by any particular timeline.
I'm getting nowhere here today; but going to give myself a little credit. Maybe there's a good movie on or an unexplored bike trail in the neighborhood.
Good luck to me, and anyone who benefits from my posts.
-Dawn
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