mental-health
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This morning in a workshop titled Grief Wisdom, Soul Wisdom led by Charlene Ray. I was reminded of the David Wagoner poem Lost. This is a poem which has traveled with me for several decades now. I have it written on multiple index cards. Carried it in my pocket on long hikes. Journaled in response
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My computer tells me that sunrise will be soon as I type this. That’s reassuring. A week ago, Friday, I found myself having the worst panic attack I think I’ve ever had in my life. Couldn’t get my breath. High pulse rate. Chest pains. Overwhelming anxiety. If you read my previous post Radical you’ll know
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This was my first week back at my paid job following our winter break. I started Monday with a session with my therapist. During the session I said something like, “I have to be radical. I cannot let work consume me this year and to do that I have to be radical. Or at least
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