Trauma Healing

No, the woman in the picture is not me, but I guarantee that’s how I’m feeling this morning. Absolutely exhausted and my body just aches. I didn’t go to bed till probably 10:00 o’clock last night and I was up at 3am working on my apartment. Setting stuff up and putting stuff away and washing dishes I had stored.

These past few days have just been hectic. I don’t think my body has moved this much in five (5) years. Being with my daughter and son-in-law I pretty much stuck to my bedroom. Now I have all this space and easy access to the kitchen and bathroom without fear of waking someone up.

What I really like about this place is it’s all ground level apartments, so there’s nobody walking on top of me and I don’t have to worry about walking above anybody myself.

But boy does my body ache this morning. I’m sure it’s from trying to carry heavy boxes out of storage. I had to ask myself Who packed these boxes so heavy?! I know it wasn’t me.

I had to ask a friend of mine who helped pack when I moved. I don’t believe I packed boxes that heavy. I couldn’t even carry them. I couldn’t even lift them out of storage. But my great God came to the rescue. He sent my brother-in-law down to check on me. I was so thankful, cause I was thinking as I was trying to move these boxes Why didn’t I ask for help? But lo and behold help showed up. My brother-in-law got the two heavy boxes out and put them in my car. We then went to my apartment so he could help me get them in the house, then I ran him back home. He is such a compassionate man.

I’m pretty sure I hurt my back trying to get those boxes out. My back, my legs, my whole body feels just wrecked. And I’ve got more to finish up today. Hopefully it’s the last day anyway. I know I still have stuff at my daughter’s I’ll have to get and clean that room eventually. But the most important stuff is done and I feel pretty good about that.