So, it turns out I will be teaching a class on Monday and Betty is sniffing. Betty still hasn't got her test result back. If it comes out positive, I don't know what to do? Life just feels like an endless exercise in crisis control. No sooner does one stressful situation pass than another begins. Is this what it felt like to live through a long war? Post-trauma and ongoing trauma coagulating into one/ The sense that life is a succession of bin fires. Feeling numb and vulnerable at the same time? Feeling like crying often but you cannot seem to summon tears?
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