

I had therapy this morning and realised how often I try to find meaning or purpose in the traumatic things in my life. I guess it's a way of coping - if I learnt something then I guess it's not all bad? But sometimes things are just shit. Sometimes people are just shit. Sometimes there isn't a lesson to be learned. Classic me tries to speed up the healing process by identifying the mistakes I made or what I could have done differently, but perhaps I'll learn something from my recent prison trauma as life goes on. Perhaps there will be something later in life which is doable because of how patient I was with healing right now. Point is, sitting with feelings is scary but necessary, so don't rush, and allow that we don't always have control. We've got time.