The Whelm

The whelm came today. It is a strange bodily invasion.

At first, I felt it just as fatigue, and dismissed its permeating presence. But, with each interaction, each event, I realized it was more than lack of sleep or excess of marking.

Two dropped promises slapped me back to consciousness; I was able to gather what was needed, recover to fulfill their needs. But, my mind was stuttering, somewhat frozen in place while my heart collected guilt like lint.

In the past, I remember sitting with this incursion waiting for it to pass, knowing it would leave if ignored long enough. Fighting it had felt pointless, so imprisoned surrender seemed practical. 

Having been here before makes this experience familiar, and I decide to give over to the whelm. 

 

 

 

 

7 thoughts on “The Whelm

  1. “imprisoned surrender seemed practical.” Great phrase. Here’s hoping that the weekend gives you some time for something more like *sweet* surrender. This, too, shall pass & March break is only a week away. We can make it!

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  2. I have to admit I needed to google The Whelm – I could tell what you meant but I wanted to see if this what a term now used in a way I am not familiar with. Your title and your lead both captured me. I love this line: But, my mind was stuttering, somewhat frozen in place while my heart collected guilt like lint. Even though writing was hard for you today … you nailed it!

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  3. Been there! Sitting on the floor of the shower on a school morning wondering if I can just stay there all day…life gets hard. Your writing captures this feeling perfectly. Enjoy your weekend!

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