When I first started to write this blog, I was thinking that I didn’t want to include any outside events because I wanted it to be my story that didn’t included anyone else. Then, the pandemic happened, and I started to understand that my story doesn’t occur in a vacuum. I am part of this world no matter how much I feel alien to it.
That point seems to be hitting home rather hard of late. There’s been some large weather systems that keep moving across the entire country from west to east. The worst of the weather is in the Midwest and on the East coast, but every time one of these systems goes by, my head is affected. I feel the low pressure and it sweeps in and then the high pressure behind it. It is like nothing else. It hurts, but it also changes my mood and my thinking. I just don’t feel normal because it feels like my brain is being squeezed and then stretched out and then squeezed again.
I think I may need to think about my connection to this world. It may be the lesson of the pressure headaches. Who knows?
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
