Well, I have to say that this last week was a bum week for climbing. Due to various factors, I haven’t gotten a lot of climbing in this past week, and the climbing that I did get in was neither intense nor complicated. I did some simple traversing, broke in a new pair of La Sportiva TC Pros a bit, didn’t even go to the climbing gym on Wednesday, and was very run-down and tired this last week, so I slept a lot. I needed the sleep, though. Along with my PTSD comes some Major Depression, and between that, the nightmares, and the heavy smoke in the air, it all got the better of me this week. This week’s climbing performance was almost absent. I don’t like that. I don’t like it at all. At least I’ve gotten up, gone to the climbing gym, put my shoes on, and tried, though. I may or may not have been fighting off a bug of some sort, though it feels more like depression than a physical ailment looking back on it today. I’ve maintained my healthy coping routine as best as I’ve been able to this last week, and that’s nothing to scoff at. I did go to the climbing gym. I did put my shoes on. I did chalk up. I did get on the wall. I did try. I did the best I could at the time. Sometimes that’s not a lot, but it’s better than nothing. Distress tolerance and emotional regulation. It doesn’t always look like a lot, but it takes everything I’ve got sometimes, and that’s got to be good enough.
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.