A Very Quiet Olympics
It feels weird watching the Olympics alone. Both the summer and winter events were always big deals in my family. From within my scope of memory, we would have fun snacks and cheer on Team USA. It was an event. We would talk about it leading to the opening ceremony and then days after the closing.
I want to comment on them, but no one is around. I haven't bothered making any food for it. There is no cheering. It's silent. I felt it much more tonight. It's led me to reflect a little more on life, albeit without getting lost in my head as was so common before EMDR. I think the dream detailed in my last post has influenced this a bit. Being separated from my previous life in my dream, regardless of the unrealistic elements, was a little emotional. Even throughout today, it's been stuck in my head.
I want to comment on them, but no one is around. I haven't bothered making any food for it. There is no cheering. It's silent. I felt it much more tonight. It's led me to reflect a little more on life, albeit without getting lost in my head as was so common before EMDR. I think the dream detailed in my last post has influenced this a bit. Being separated from my previous life in my dream, regardless of the unrealistic elements, was a little emotional. Even throughout today, it's been stuck in my head.