The Prisons We Carry

The universe is at it again: resonating, like it does. The older I get, the more it seems like moments of resonance deserve my deliberate attention, so here we go. No real soapbox, this time…just words of solidarity and hope, I hope.

I wrote a post not very long ago that ended up veering unintentionally in the direction of the serious and personal, talking about my on-again/off-again relationship with anxiety. I managed to be brave enough to publish the post, but not brave enough to call attention to it by putting any links up on my social media profiles, as I usually do. Part of my hesitance was that my issues with anxiety fluctuate between making it hard to breathe normally and being non-existent, and the minor degree of those issues makes me feel like I don’t have a right to say to the people who suffer more often or for longer periods of time or more cripplingly that I understand. But then a friend came across the post anyway and sent me an email to let me know that the post struck a chord (dare I say “resonated”?) with some issues she struggles with. I was touched and reassured by her letter.

Last night, I was watching the rerun of “A Town Called Mercy,” since I missed it last week. I know you all probably think I’m a raving Whovian lunatic, but this season has just been stellar (though I can’t speak to the dinosaur episode, since I missed the two weeks when it was airing and only figured out just this minute that it’s available to watch through Amazon, SO DON’T TALK TO ME ABOUT IT YET!). The standout moment of “A Town Called Mercy” was, for me, when the character of questionable moral character says to the Doctor, “We all carry our prisons with us.”

And then, this morning, I was catching up on my blog reading and this was on The Bloggess’s blog:

I’m not sure what the broader message is here for anyone else, but I guess I’m walking away from this resonance feeling like acknowledging our prisons (which means maybe making other people a little uncomfortable by occasionally speaking about these difficulties in public) is part of being able to poke our heads out of them. And also…our prisons are part of who we are, and everyone has them, even if no two prisons look the same. That doesn’t mean we can never find the strength to put on a Red Dress and slay a dragon.

So, yeah. That’s all. Carry on.

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