I'm more than aware,
@Tinyflame , unfortunately, from many viewpoints, both near and far. I'm a recovering state employee who barely survived working many years in the mental health/medical arena, all too often working crazy ass shift work, lots of overtime, mandated to be there during severe weather, treated like a target after bringing unethical happenings to light, etc., etc. Simply being on the patient end of both almost did me in a few times, too.
That's the time of my life I ballooned into 325ish pounds, miserable and painful beyond belief, and became almost bed ridden, eventually having to resign to try to maintain the little bit of health and sanity I had left. As I indirectly mentioned, I feel that's likely why it's so disturbing to me to see it so clearly in others, like a mirror image, as it painfully reminds me of one of many uncomfortable near death places I've been on my own path. Not many, if any, systems appear to be structured for the benefit and actual sustained wellness of individuals, be it on the receiving end or the giving end.
I also watched from afar as my mom and sister's health went downhill steadily and rather swiftly as they both worked in the medical/mental health arenas, also, and later seeing the disturbing events that took place as mom was mindlessly shuffled through the nursing home and hospital arenas, leading to her passing. Frightening and very disturbing on many levels.
Several angelic beings, or whatever one wishes to refer to them as, who helped in the most compassionate ways often crossed our paths, too, thankfully, but the overall heart-wrenching experiences currently cast big ass shadows on the good in my heart space, making me leery of all of those arenas. Gun shy, I suppose, and heavily jaded. Maybe one day I'll feel differently. Experiencing the recent miracles the surgeons/nurses/techs/etc. performed for my husband helped, but I remain overly cautious.
Still slowly coming back to self after having experienced a few glitches in the matrix and such. Some issues of my domestic violence past have resurfaced in my subconscious space creating weird ass dreams and more emotional eating of crap I know won't benefit my body in any way, shape, or form, other than making the taste buds damn happy for a few moments. Looking forward to regaining my strength in the pie hole arena.
Thanks so much,
@ladee . ((((Hugs)))) ya' back. I'm definitely finding time for self...perhaps a bit too much down time, to be honest, as that's when I kick my own ass the worst via my thoughts. Getting back into my external appt. schedule, foot soak time, barefoot grass walks, bird chats, taking the camera for a walk, etc. Still seeking my healthier kitchen time vibes that I seemed to lose in the hospital cafeteria. Nature remains my best lifeline, along with music. Ahhhhh....
The days are getting shorter, getting dark sooner, leaves are turning and preparing to let go, so much stuff left to do for mom's affairs, and my ass is still dragging...the sloth is currently my spirit guide, it seems. Ha! Naps increasing and productivity decreasing....hopefully it'll pass and I'll once again feel like at least sort of a badass and get some important shit done, and do it well. Until then, cheers and best wishes for at least a kind moment or two as we navigate the endless f*ckery that surrounds. Thanks for being here, y'all.