Primordial
Screams and other releases
At
this point, you’re realizing that “normal” has vanished. Your husband got hurt,
not you, but your life is all messed up anyway. You’re stuck with a bunch of
stress and too many things to do and it’s simply not fair.
Sadly,
true.
Give
yourself permission to rant and rave—for a couple of days or so. I’m
a stress eater, evidenced by the empty ice cream cartons and crumpled chip bags
around here. But you know what? It’s all right. You’re not going to eat
yourself into a larger size in a couple of days. Your pillows were flat and
needed to be beaten anyway. The neighbors can’t hear you screaming with the
doors and windows closed. And social media—
Oops.
Write
what you want, but for God’s sake, don’t post it! No one wants to hear
you whine. If you do post anything, just tell the bare facts. “So-and-so fell
and broke his what’s-it. He’s in the hospital/rehab and in a fair amount of
pain.” Period. People will respond to this with heartfelt compassion. Ranting
will get you disdain and you don’t want to deal with that.
Just
be sure to limit your self-pity to a couple of days. Then stand in front of the
mirror with the crown taped to it and give a good, deep sigh. This situation is
going to be long, but it’s temporary.
And
you’ve got work to do.
