Surviving

It's been a rough couple weeks. Today things crested. My brain said no more. I ended the day feeling like the emotional and cognitive walking wounded, bleeding out from the soul. 

Those wounds aren't gone. But tonight has been focused on stopping the bleeding. Instead of bandages, I've applied a crackling fire and the weight of a blanket. Instead of applying pressure, I'm applying music and the sounds of Kyle puttering in the kitchen. There is no paramedic to staunch the flow, but a soft kitty on my lap does the trick. 

Stopping the bleeding doesn't mean the wounds are healed. There is healing to be done, and it will happen. But for tonight, it's enough to be stabilizing.