After getting back from KW Hospital and the "fun" that ensued there, it was good to be at home and be a family. I had been missing something intangible for a while now and I haven't been able to put my finger on it.
Yesterday, though, I did because I figured it out.
Still pretty exhausted from the time spent at HSC, I crashed on the couch for an hour in the afternoon. Drowsy and conscious, I noticed my two kitties sleeping on the back of the couch, and I could hear
fuzzpsych washing bottles and talking to the baby.
I felt complete and safe and genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.
Then it hit me.
Up to that point, I was missing my sense of "home".
I hadn't even realized that it was gone. But it's so integral to someone's well-being that it's important to have that sense of belonging. Without it, I'm more of a mess than usual. Maybe that's why I'm so off-centred lately. If I can hang on to that feeling, my balance might just return. It's a thought. Now to turn it into action...
Yesterday, though, I did because I figured it out.
Still pretty exhausted from the time spent at HSC, I crashed on the couch for an hour in the afternoon. Drowsy and conscious, I noticed my two kitties sleeping on the back of the couch, and I could hear
I felt complete and safe and genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.
Then it hit me.
Up to that point, I was missing my sense of "home".
I hadn't even realized that it was gone. But it's so integral to someone's well-being that it's important to have that sense of belonging. Without it, I'm more of a mess than usual. Maybe that's why I'm so off-centred lately. If I can hang on to that feeling, my balance might just return. It's a thought. Now to turn it into action...