I realize I don't feel like I wrote above ^^^. Well, maybe I do at times, thinking of life or after, I feel like an undesired guest at a party, but that might be my brain's way or temptation to rationalize why I shouldn't be here, or 'there'. And/ or a nasty, self-rejecting IC.
Also, I think re: sorrow or loss, it's just too painful to think of, if I can't change it.
I also think I'm not accustomed to comfort, or being comforted, or feeling 'entitled' to it.
I do realize I think times like those and even not- often when I do something or go to do something healing, there's a lot that tries to get in the way, or triggers/ visuals etc, that are tempting to go back to how it's been.
I realize panic and anxiety flourish in that headspace/ interpretation/ feeling(s).
I realize I confirmed it was ok to ask for help, and for one of the 1st or few times was just thankful it was, not self-blaming or self-shaming. Not because of myself, other than trust, but thanks to the other. Which is great relief that despite all my efforts and attempts to solve things on my own it's not terrible I can't, and it's ok I can't. And also how blessed I have been, am, in many ways.
I realize I am thankful for much.
I realize as a small aside the anonymous man who handed me the paper had no idea just how applicable his drawing felt to me, in my gratitude but vulnerability, considering how fragile hope is to me. He could never have guessed about polar bear cubs, and dancing. So most of all I realize just as there are small (or big) negative influences, there are the opposite that are around me as well.