Ankle Deep
I sprained or twisted my ankle an hour ago. It is all swollen. It is no big deal yet immediately you can see the effect it had on my body. There is proof!
So different from the depression which isn’t even the right word for all the other stuff going on with my brain myself. Depression, what a stupid word.
The beauty and validation of an ugly, puffed up ankle. Even the pain it is causing feels good in a way, it is a pain understood, it is acknowledgment.
This week has been beyond awful in a year of worse and this ankle thing is the littlest deal in all of it, but it easier for people, myself included, to know what to do with, to accept, to say it deserves treatment.
My son brought me a stuffed animal and his monkey pillow. He wants to takes care of me, something I would never ask for, let him do with the brain stuff.
Something to think about.
What do I want him to know, and what is too much, what will help him understand and what is more than a child should bear?