Eeyore at the Beach- THE CHRONIC ELEPHANT

After a rather tough Summer, I'm back Blogging...and ever so slightly grumpy...(!)



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Welcome back @hellytheelephant

I'm delighted to discover your excellent blog.

I'm so sorry your health has been so awful this summer. Living with chronic illnesses is a never ending struggle, and a lonely one. You've made me feel so much less alone today, just when I really, really needed it.

 

This was me, till 4am last night:

"New Year's Day: I cracked. I had the mother and father of all crying jags of self pity. There was sobbing, breathlessness and hair stuck on my face from the floods of saline. It was like a dam bursting: one minute I was fine, then my stoical resources washed away in a nano second. Small animals ran for cover, and I wondered if we were going to need sandbags."

"The plucky Dunkirk spirit has been alive and well and in a bed in Dorset, UK. Having said that: Christopher Nolan will not be making a film of my last weeks anytime soon."

https://thechronicelephant.blogspot.com/2018/01/hippy-pants.html

Yes.

I can't express just how much this helps. Today. Exactly today. From my lonely bed in Manchester, overwhelmingly frustrated, sad, defeated, scared, isolated, envious, angry...

"Sometimes we put all our energies into keeping relentlessly positive, when what we need is to have a 'hang on a minute...' moment, and to admit we feel rubbish."

 

Gentle to both of you.

Sometimes you need a friend to just sit with you and listen. Keep you company as you plumb the depths rather than beating you about the head with rope ladders made out of clichés. Perhaps, sometimes people need try to push positivity on others to make themselves feel better, less uncomfortable. So it easy to find yourself acting all positive to save their feelings.

One of the things I love about this place - we can discuss the reality without putting a gloss on it. You might be typing in isolation but others will be out there nodding quietly.

to everyone feeling low today.

 

I am so sorry your having a rotten time@Squeezy. Thank you for your comments, which have definitely brightened up my day,much appreciated!

I hope tonight is a better one. Helly
Hello

 

@Invisible Woman - so beautifully expressed.
I especially love:

Exactly how it feels. Exactly.

@hellytheelephant I nodded quietly, laughed, and cried some more at things you've written. And I picked up a piece of charcoal and drew for the first time in years.

 

That is brilliant news@Squeezy! How did it feel to draw again?

I am also in bed and drawing today- it all looks not the best work, but that is never the point, without drawing I would be going even more crazy than I am. had 20 years of no drawing or painting, so I know how hard it can be to start doing it again.

 

It felt lovely I'm no great artist, and it hurts me to concentrate, so no drawing from life for me. I just picked up a charcoal pencil my son has and started drawing a spiral. I just let my hand do what it pleased. Shading and shaping, enjoying the sensation.

I think and worry too much. This is the opposite. No words, just drifting. You're right, @hellytheelephant. It's the doing of the art that's important, not the finished product.

Maybe I'll splodge some colours on a page tomorrow. See what appears. It's a lovely thought to go to sleep with.

 

Those rub on transfers are new to me. And I was around in the 70s.

The closest I come to being an artist is adult coloring books. I colored a page this week-end and enjoyed it.