Trauma Bonds

When I come out of receive mode into transmit mode after 12 weeks, it feels as if the sun has come out from behind a cloud. I fixate on random things and people I come across simply because I feel good. It's like a trauma bond. I struggle to be wise about what I attach to and obsess over. I choose playing my sax and accordion, writing, swimming, rather than eating chocolate, talking on the phone, emailing, or vacuuming. The burst of energy says "give yourself away to anything and everything," when in fact the energy is meant for me, for my work.