Finding meaning in pain, part of my grief process.
Seeking the joy in the meaning.
Holding the tranquility in the pain.
Most days are trying to hold back feeling as if I have a rotten fever, and trying to express this in words is easier than drawing it, but if I could draw what this process looks like, this is where I'd start. Slowly emerging from a pain cave, just to draw.
It feels like a huge ask, really. This new (three years in still feels new) version of living.
No mountain climbing, no quick running up to the castle, no long trail walks with dog, no telephone calls, home movie nights, cooking, baking or shopping.
Just a little reaching out to the space in front of me. Hoping the daylight isn't too much and I can keep my eyes open.
Can I hold someone's hand.
Can I eat by myself.
Can I breathe in some fresh air from the doorstep.
Incremental gains, the one percents, are all I aim for. All I ask for. Drawing is the biggest aim, it used to be something I took for granted. Now, if I can get a sketch in, I've won this battle.