"Home" is subjective, isn't it?
Do you ever write about stuff you can do nothing about?
Trying to sort out feelings like anguish, disturbance, fear, uncertainty?
I've been triggered badly and I'm trying to sort it all out, for there is absolutely nothing I can do about any of it.
I think: I have to make serious changes.
But my very livelihood and future security is completely threatened. And, I repeat, there is (seriously)nothing I can do.
This all happened while I was away. Shock and horror prevailed when I came back on Sunday, and still does.
I hate this feeling. I can't change it. I'm not like Barbara Bush. Though some can do this shelving. I can never do it. I have to pick at it until it unravels or something else distracts or.....
But I feel the earth shaking underneath me (not just a metaphor) and life will never be the same again. Serious evaluation and taking stock is happening.
More later when I develop a coherence to my thought patterns.
And you know how I do that? By talking/writing about it with a trusted few.
Until my world rights itself again.
