We often think that traumas can only be caused by physical harm. I recently learned that we can all get psychological trauma as well. I believe that includes career trauma. It has been more than a year since a bad career decision left me in mentally scarred. I am only starting to recover from the entire situation because the acceptance stage was the most challenging for me.
Writing used to be my escape and it seemed that I was constantly inspired to pen down my thoughts. Honestly, with restricted movements and travels, it is hard to find inspiration during this pandemic. I am sure eventhough most of us do not realize it, it is something we all face universally.
I believe we suffer most thinking that we are alone in facing isolation and limited social interaction. I have to constantly remind myself that we are all in the same predicament.
It can also be very difficult to count our blessings due to the different amount of freedom we used to have. Those who are used to regular travels will find it hard to be grateful being grounded. While those who are used to being grounded may find it hard not having whatever they used to have in their own little ways.
The world is such a crazy place right now. I used to be very happy to be living through this time but not anymore with what is going on right now.
Since my last post much has happened. We lost some awesome actors and celebrities. Personally, I lost a co-worker to what is believed to be suicide.
How can we ever find the silver lining or see the light at the end of the tunnel?
On top of the pandemic, we are still bombarded with all the negativities from all the medias.
Personally, I tend to distract myself with all sorts. During my worse days, I turn to my pets for solace. Looking at the fish tank provides some calm and sanity. While the goofy cockatiels offer some sense of humor.
Took up some stupid bad habits that I am not proud to mention as well but don’t go fuel your wild imaginations as they are not as bad as you think.
Sitting here, listening to some country music, having a glass of iced long black, and simply writing this post is already helping me feel a little better. I wish I can recover fully to start writing something more inspiring and less morbid.
For now, it is nursing and recovery for me. Just trying to take one day at a time to just survive. Hopefully one day, I will get onto thrive again.
The world needs some serious healing right now. I am sure some may disagree cause they are all optimistic about everything.
If you are reading this, thank you. I hope you are staying safe and healthy wherever you are.