The disconnect between brain and emotion continues, writ large at work especially. Two colleagues confided to me this week that they don't know why they're feeling so tired and unfocused and can't sleep.
UM...2020 would like a word.
2020 being shorthand for: pandemic, racial justice protests, work disruption, no social life with friends, no family holidays, daily gaslighting from the federal government for 4 years, nearly seeing congress executed on live video, the vicious treadmill of capitalism, money worries, constant existential dread---am I missing anything?
For everyone who grew up not knowing what PTSD feels like, well I commend you, and welcome to hell. It's not linear. Some days you feel good. Some days you feel nothing. Some days you feel like you're climbing out of a well wearing a blindfold and shoes coated in vegetable oil. One word, one smell, one emotion, can send you into a spiral of remembering and feeling.
The feeling is the worst part.
So please: be kind to yourself. Hydrate. Rest when you can. Watch Real Housewives. Listen to 90's hip hop. Read a trashy novel. Be kind to others, especially if they're front line workers like baristas and grocery clerks and takeout staff.
If you're on Twitter, follow the Nap Ministry. They believe rest is a form of resistance and reparations. And since it's Black History Month, find a way each day to learn and contribute and support.
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