Light and free
The trees across the street begged to be photographed. The dark tree trunks and branches with snow resting on them show as black and white photos. I wrote the first verse about the trees and the second about me.
I still have difficulty concentrating sometimes, am not reading much or blogging as much. I can see progress but still have little moments of forgetfulness. I will set my cup of coffee on the warmer and forget to push the "on" button. I will be in the middle of doing something and forget how many scoops of coffee I already added or did I take my blood pressure med. I think that a terrible shock caused me to revert to the place I was before therapy 3 years ago; dissociating, mind wandering, blackouts, but thankfully, not to the extent of pre-therapy. Forcing myself to stay busy, having to be places on time and participate in life functions is helping me as well as thinking of others' needs and not focus on myself. It would be easy for me to stay in my pj's, lock the doors, pull the curtains, and hide and mourn. But for once in my life I am yanking myself up and making myself do what is uncomfortable, but healthy, for me.