Thread by @sweetpavement, Well my little chili babies. It feels like we’re hitting the wall, [...]

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Well my little chili babies. It feels like we’re hitting the wall, huh? Shit’s feeling kinda dark right now. It’s heavy. It’s hard. It’s always uphill and it never ends.

I’ve been retweeting other folks about Trump and Covid and the world around us for a while. I don’t have anything to add to those voices. What I do have are thoughts on surviving the hard parts.

This is a marathon. Not even. An ultramarathon. The techniques, skills, and ways of being that work for the already sustained stresses of our normal lives will not be enough.

You will hit the wall.

And you will hit the wall again.

And again.

And again.

So much of resilience to living through trauma, for me, has been about learning how to hit the wall so it knocks me on my ass instead of breaking my neck.

Anger is real. Despair is real. You cannot evade them forever, and to try is self-harmful.

This is when we must all learn to live with and through them.

Hope is not faith. Faith is a belief in unprovable, untestable things.

Hope will not be broken by a question, by your anger, by your fear. Hope may hide from you a while, but Hope is made of steel, not wishes and paper.

So if you can, forgive yourself for hitting the wall. Sit on your ass a moment and let it hurt. Express it, get it out of you, hear what it has to tell you.

Then gather yourself as best you can, look toward the horizon, and reset your course. That, my little chili babies, is how we win.

There’s a common aphorism that goes, “fall seven, get up eight.”

Stop caring about enough resilience to get up eight times. You only need enough resilience right now to get up the *next* time the wall knocks you on your ass.

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