Our Complicated Mother's Day ended in the ER. A rediscovered treasure from my grandmother offered surprising solace.
Sorry about the emergency room visit. I love this and I love the coin purse you chose: “These truths are part of the indestructible currency of our fragile lives. Life just keeps handing them to me, like rusting pennies. It’s not always clear how or if I’ll use them.”
I find it endlessly fascinating how our brains work on this stuff. This week my therapist gave me a little plush toy to help with grounding when I’m having a ptsd response. I’ve tried loads of grounding exercises, but something about squeezing this silly little toy really helps. It’s both hilarious and hopeful that a simple tweak to a tool -- like a coin purse or a plush toy -- can help something so profound click in our minds.
I found myself wanting to hear a guided meditation on creating that safe container. Guess I’ll have to write that one myself!