We're Made of Bricks

Assimilated II by Rantes

It's as though we're made of bricks. We're tough, we can withstand many blows, and we can be repaired when life blows a whole in us.

But when catastrophe happens and we're reduced to a pile of bricks, then we become a brick puzzle. It's not like we can just bend over and reassemble ourselves in any old way. We have to sift through all of the pieces and rebuild from the ground up.

I've started meeting with a life coach. She's having me do daily meditations and journaling. Grief has destroyed my focus. Meditation is a way of building that back. It's difficult work. There are so many different voices and errant thoughts bouncing around inside my head. It's likely the same for most people.

I've also started going to a gym to bring back some physical strength and endurance that almost two years of depression has taken from me. I have a regimen of cardio, strength training, and flexibility. My hope is that the three will support each other and create a better average mood and a clearer head.

Someone in my group said this week, "It's not that 'time heals all wounds,' but rather what you do with that time." It's about action. The pieces won't put themselves back together.