Today, I wish you could see what a beautiful October day it is here in the southern part of Denmark. The Sun shines so bright, there is a chill in the wind, and almost everything seems calm on the surface.
Between battles with the body, mind, and soul, this Sunday afternoon is silent, so silent. The body needs to relax and be comfortable. The mind needs to cool down. And the soul needs to be flying again.
I sit in my living room, with the chills of beautiful music, the little, wise dog right by my side, and a lit healing blue candle. Now, I change the music and turn to old school rock´n´roll.
Yet another battle call, well, there is only one way to deal with that. And that is to stand up, take a deep breath, and keep on fighting for the right to be free, self-confident, and mentally sane.
We live in a crazy era, in a crazy year, and with crazy people. Like the one who yesterday stabbed a passerby before he was shot to death by the police. In a small town.
Yes, welcome to the harsh reality of life. Shit happens anywhere, pardon my French. Therefore, I today stay at home as much as possible. The only reason for going out at all is the little wise, old dog.
He resides in a pile of pillows and blankets on the couch. My dear husband binge-watches a Danish thriller series. And the atmosphere is cozy, however alert.
Today, I´m pretty content with my treatment strategies. It is an unusually warm Fall, with so bright a light that it is necessary to shield your eyes. I can feel, see, hear, taste, smell, and touch life at its rough side.
The good news is that I have fought for the majority of my life. So I´m used to battle fatigue between battles. The bad news, however, I absolutely hate to battle.
But nevertheless, I do it boldly, confident, and out of necessity. And when everything is at high stake at once, I pull myself together, take yet another deep breath, get up, and keep working hard toward my goals.
Behind the scenes, it hurts like hell, it takes its full toll on me, and it haunts my soul. It is a different walk on Memory Road, and it challenges me both as a human being and as a writer.
The witchcraft ritual of the day is a blue healing candle. Consecrated and charged by a quiet prayer and a short meditation about the loved ones concerned.
My mind is thoughtful, alert, and awake. I need to rest and re-build my strength from so long ago. My soul needs to recover, to fly high again, and to regain inner peace.
Between battles, it is okay and acceptable to feel battle fatigue. But it is equally important to remain strong throughout every battle, and the best way to recover between battles is to plan the next move.
It is in times of unrest and personal battles that love, friendship, and ordinary decency must show their full potential and become a daily confirmation of a battle worth fighting.
Today, I battle between the old version of me and the better me. Two little devils to conquer and calm down. Today, my bipolar disorder may stay silent, but my ADHD most certainly does not.
And, to my dislike, my anxiety is on the move again. A small attack when walking the little wise, old dog, but it was soon calmed. I don´t need any forms of anxiety right now, thank you from warrior grandmother.
Between battles, it is reassuring to know that we here share a bond for life. We take good care of each other, we share everything for better or worse, and we value trust, respect, love, loyalty, and hope.
May your Sunday be blessed with happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers. And may the world behave for once. So it is.
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