Summer Scent-iment

Riding with the windows down from my TMS appointment today, the earthy scents of fields and pungent brook waters hit my brain in a nostalgic wave as I drove down the rough country road, longing to get out of my car and run through the meadow down into the brook, if only private property and ticks didn’t exist.

Summer days of childhood in the woods with friends crossed my mind’s picture screen for several seconds before receding back, refusing further examination, as though it were a dream I was straining to recall.

Perhaps it was a dream, and this is all illusion. If so, it’s a very good spell. I really feel like I’m here, like I exist, like this is a meaningful journey. Maybe life’s meaning doesn’t derive from the delivery mechanism, but I sure wish I could figure out what it means to me.

I’m still worried the TMS isn’t working, 21 visits in now, when I’m supposed to notice a difference.

I feel bereft of my old companions and our easy friendship. I wish depression didn’t exist & the elusive mind and life fuckery it creates. But that’s like wishing heart disease, or diabetes away. It’s not going to happen. I need to manage it, regardless of how exhausting the task. Eventually we heal or we succumb, and I have no idea which way it’s going to go.

Ease and balance are important, and I strive for them – try to cultivate them – and drain friends who know they can’t quell my demons so they’d rather not hear about it. I supplicate to whatever gods might exist, so far, to no avail.

I’d like to sink forever into that sweet summer dream: running through the meadow, cooling my body in the water, or exploring the woods – forgetting that time or otherness exists.

The upside is that I’m still here, illusion or not, and I get out of bed every day & make it. Coffee remains a pleasure and a boost, and I redirect my thoughts hundreds of times a day, just as I adjust my posture when I notice I’m slumping.

That’s something, isn’t it?

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2 thoughts on “Summer Scent-iment”

  1. “Perhaps it was a dream, and this is all illusion. If so, it’s a very good spell. I really feel like I’m here, like I exist, like this is a meaningful journey. Maybe life’s meaning doesn’t derive from the delivery mechanism, but I sure wish I could figure out what it means to me.”

    When my heart broke back in April, I wondered if I would feel whole again, complete in myself. And then there was the one night where I didn’t cry myself to sleep or wake up feeling like a weight is sitting on my chest. And in that moment I knew that I exist, I am whole and this spell will end.

    I feel like you are turning a corner Jerri. Sometimes it’s hard to bear how long it feels to journey through these tunnels of darkness in our head, but they do end. Please be here… exist in this moment. Big hugs!!! Arman xoxo

    1. Thank you, Arman! I’m so glad you’ve started feeling whole & purposeful again! I’m grateful there are lots of therapies to support healing & while the challenges never stop, I’d like to have more energy & ability to meet & surmount them – and I wish the same for you as well. Much love to you, and I so appreciate your caring. 🙂 ❤

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