Lately, Chris and I have been talking about how I have been feeling isolated. Anyone who has suffered a traumatic event can probably speak to feeling periods of isolation. It is easy to feel that way when very few people you know have experienced a similar event. You find that you long for someone to understand all of the emotions and feelings you go through. Yet sometimes, you long for your old self, the person who knew nothing of tragedy and could smile freely without something always hanging in the background.
I have also noticed that I haven’t written anything in weeks. Then the more I thought about it, I haven’t been as physically active in weeks either. Chris and I got Fitbits this winter to help us encourage each other to be more active. I looked at my log and in the last 3 weeks, I’ve really only worn it when I went to work. I’ve been sort of lounging at home, in my own little world. I’ve had very little energy lately. I made it a point to go for a walk this afternoon, get out and get some fresh air. I think I need to be more aware of allowing myself to fall into these lulls. Letting my anxiety or whatever else I’m feeling get the best of me.
This may be short, but I’m writing it as a reminder to myself. Don’t let this get the best of me. Write, exercise, experience life. These are all things Quinn would want me (us) to do.