Sunday, May 18, 2014
Soon we will depart on a holiday. We both love seeing new places or at least we did.
Since PTSD started travelling with us things are a little different.
Instead of looking forward to all that might be ahead of us as we venture off I am filled with the awful anticipation of what might happen along the way. That horrible stomach churning anxiety that turns excitement into dread.
Travel is not easy these days but we both refuse to stop doing it.
PTSD has taken much from our lives but travel won't make it to that list.
Airports create a hyper vigilance and level of anxiety that can only be calmed by medication for my husband and don't talk about delays or security!
New places once were exciting and fresh and a level of curiosity abounded until we could get out and explore for ourselves. Now there is a cautious tempered curiosity that sometimes turns into total 'get me out of here' anxiety.
The familiar is good, but the unfamiliar throws up all sorts of threats, real or otherwise, that need to be dealt with. Sometime I'm good at the 'dealing with' but other times I wonder why we leave home.
We try and travel without too many stops and plonk ourselves in one spot for a while rather than being on the go constantly. Many stops and constantly changing places doesn't work anymore.
At least this time we will have a discussion and talk about how we are both feeling before we leave and work as a team while we navigate our way to our destination. We will have a game plan of sorts and try and stick with it until it all goes to custard.
We both know we need to break. So off we will go to discover new places and gain a refreshed appreciation for what we already have on our door step.
Bring on that first cocktail I say!
Do you have similar problems when you travel?
Any tips on getting through airports drama free?
Saturday, May 3, 2014
This week it has really felt like winter is well and truly on its way. The autumn colours have intensified and the leaves scattered in my garden seem to multiply every day. I love this time of year.
The short days and cold weather can be hard for some but I find the cosy comfort of home very appealing at this time.
I actually love walking on the beach even more when it's cold and I'm dressed warmly.
It's a great way to clear the cobwebs and to focus on nothing but keeping warm and walking a little faster to stay warm.
The beach is where I go to find a little 'pocket of peace'. To see the day dawn and watch a brand new day unfold can bring hope and the chance to start afresh.
This past week has produced some truly stunning sights which I wanted to share with you.
ANZAC Day treated us well at this end. A day that can go either way. This year it was calm, quiet and meaningful in many ways. The deep sadness that has over shadowed previous ANZAC days' seemed to have been kept in check this year. For that I am grateful.
I'm also very grateful and somewhat overwhelmed with those of you who've found my blog via
baby-mac.com Welcome to this little space of mine and thanks so much for dropping by. Beth never hesitated to post my story and to have such enthusiasm and support is heart warming, thank you Beth x
I hope we can share our experiences. I very much look forward to talking with you here, there's much to share.
What season is your favourite?
Where do you go to find a 'pocket of peace'?