This post isn't a post

But a note about mental health

The place I find my joy. The Salt Marsh Trail.

Friends,

Last week took a lot out of me.

I am an open book. I write about my thoughts, feelings, and experiences on this platform. My thoughts about work, life, politics, and culture come out in my writing. This is who I am.

But what I write can be weaponized against me. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does it is a damaging and painful experience. Last week was one of those moments.

So when I sat down to write a post last night my brain froze. Truth be told? I think this was a way to protect myself against more pain.

So I am working through this somatically, the way that my community has taught me to work through it.

I am listening to music that brings me joy.

I am painting water colours.

I am spending time with my pups.

I am spending time with family and friends.

I am spending time in nature.

I am just letting my body do what it needs to do.

So until next week my friends. Thank you for your patience as I work through this.

In solidarity,

Liz