I really don't want to post this, because it's vulnerable and talks about feelings and if you know me at all you know I don't like doing that very much. But maybe it will resonate with someone else. If it does, I'd love to know. If it doesn't, no need to say or do anything. I just had to get this off my chest and hope that it can be helpful to someone else.
Gah I hate emotions sometimes.
It always goes back to Uganda.
It's radical to me that in the time that's passed--just a year, but I've done a lot in the past year-- I still cannot shake Uganda from my mind. I don't actually want to shake it from my mind, though. But it's more than just on my mind, it's on my heart. Something will trigger a memory of an experience or a person, and the rest of my night is shot. I can't do anything productive because I'm filled with sorrow over missing everything about Uganda, the good and the bad.
Gah I hate emotions sometimes.
It always goes back to Uganda.
It's radical to me that in the time that's passed--just a year, but I've done a lot in the past year-- I still cannot shake Uganda from my mind. I don't actually want to shake it from my mind, though. But it's more than just on my mind, it's on my heart. Something will trigger a memory of an experience or a person, and the rest of my night is shot. I can't do anything productive because I'm filled with sorrow over missing everything about Uganda, the good and the bad.
