I will admit I’m a bit anxiety-riddled. And, let’s be clear that’s an understatement. I question my daily decisions. Hope things will turn out ok. But I also very clearly understand that hope can’t be a decision-making factor. My brain feels like it is on fire. My chest does as well. We are inundated in the healthcare system.
Before all this I was taking a nightly bath as my stress-relieving ritual. I read. I watch tv shows. I do also work duringmy baths. Not ideal and goes counter to the bath goals of relaxation. Admittedly, I take work calls. Yikes. However, lately I’ve been working steadily from sun up to late at night. As a result, I have not readily had my daily stress-relieving baths. That makes me sad and more stressed out.
I did manage to take a bath the other night. As I sunk into the warm water, I leaned over to my bath caddy. I chuckled. There in my caddy were a few pens. I could not remember leaving those pens there. I couldn’t remember taking any notes while in the bath. There were no note pads there.
Why am I talking about pens in my caddy? The pens symbolize how little stress relief there really is these days. I can’t even remember needing to scribble. The pens are no fun. I spend too much time note taking throughout the day. I need to put the pen down, sometime.
Categories: current events, Leadership, mental health, new york, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
Sanctity
The importance
Of Sanctity
That First “Pager”
Attached to my
Waist the first
Glimpse to the
Highway to
Hell Without
Sanctity Without
A Safe Space At
Least Within
Humans
Fall
They Fail
Everyone is
Human so Humans
Have no other
Choice
But to
Find a Safe
Space to Breathe
Yet the President of
The US doesn’t even
Understand the needs
Of Ventilators for
Dying People…
Push Health Care
Workers off a
Cliff and
They May
Just decide to
Say No Everyone
Has A Breaking point
It’s no Fun Finding
It and
A Must
To Escape
To Breathe….
Sanctity of Breath…
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Well put… sanctity of quiet space
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Honestly Years
Where i Couldn’t
Find it Now
i Ascend
Transcend
Into Sanctity
With Just A Breath
As Many Years to
Achieve that
Versus All
The Money Years
To Arrive Alive Again🏝
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The therapy pool has no place for pens. The tub in my apartment I dare not get into, lest I not manage to get out of in a dignified manner. And around here, if you can’t get up they call the Fire Department, and a squad of handsome strong young men come… I couldn’t possibly let them extract me from the tub, so no tub.
It is even MORE important to do your stress relievers – or at least have a sardonic attitude about the vicissitudes of life under quarantine – so you don’t despair.
Get in the tub – the world can wait.
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Hear hear! A tub for me is what i need.
Hope you are doing ok
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Doing fine so far, mostly locked in our apartment, with dinner delivered. We are very careful, and wash our hands a lot, and don’t get near anyone else when we’re out!
We’re in the age and status cohort that probably will a) have a harder time, and b) may be refused hospital support. Not a good place to find ourselves in, so we are not going to make is easy for the virus to get to us. It literally may be over a year, with an effective vaccine received, before we will leave our apartment. That’s longer than many prison sentences.
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Hopefully we will get a reprieve before the next wave. Keep safe!
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