Hello my lovely readers
An earlier post today, and a diversion from the weather, because I've just arrived back in London after just over two weeks up at uni. So it felt fitting and necessary to write about the people who made that fortnight possible, both physically and emotionally: my PAs.
I also wanted to acknowledge that, for all my positivity around physicality, I've not been entirely mentally healthy. This has a variety of causes, most of which I'm not comfortable sharing here, but one I am is actually the sudden physical changes. After eleven years of chronic pain, having space for a sense of yourself outside of it is more than a little overwhelming. I'm okay, I'm of course so grateful, and I've got support to deal with everything that's happening. It just seemed important to be honest here, because social media has a tendency to paint quite a binary picture (and you know how I feel about binaries!).
So I guess this is a #SeasonalSonnets entry about how things are usually not 'either/or' but 'both together', as well as a homage to my helpers.
Love and spoons as always
Jx
8th
December 2017
I write this
morning’s* verse as rhyming thanks
for everyone
who’s helped me these two weeks.
My PAs who
have given me the chance
for uni
stints which, I think, have been peak.
Yes, there
has been quite a lot of juggle,
as we have
worked to get schedules to match,
but, tho’ at
times it’s felt too much a struggle,
there’s
always been someone prepared to catch.
I know my
mental health has not been easy
(in spite of
my improvements physically).
This shows
my gratitude that you were breezy
and stopped
me sinking when I’ve felt at sea.
Although we
have not long been a whole team
I hope you
know how much each of you means.
*I’m aware
it’s no longer morning as I upload this...
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| Copyright Jessi Parrott December 2017 |
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