{"id":24,"date":"2004-04-16T00:22:14","date_gmt":"2004-04-16T00:22:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=24"},"modified":"2004-04-16T00:22:14","modified_gmt":"2004-04-16T00:22:14","slug":"recuperation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=24","title":{"rendered":"recuperation"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I feel better now.  After the unsettling hours, I went to work.  On the way there, I let my tears slide down behind my sunglasses.  I don\\&#8217;t know why I felt so ill at ease.  I don\\&#8217;t know why I suddenly felt filled with despair.  It was so unexplainable.  On the way to Foothill, I wondered if this was the reason that I often said that i didn\\&#8217;t understand myself.  At all.  I have trouble explaining what I feel.  I could just say that I felt sad.  But people always want to know <i>why are you sad?<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I can\\&#8217;t say why.  Because I feel alone?  But they wouldn\\&#8217;t understand.  <i>But Jenn you\\&#8217;re surrounded by people.  You\\&#8217;re at Berkeley.  You\\&#8217;re going to a great graduate school.  You are \\&#8221;popular\\&#8221; at work.<\/i>  That reminds me exactly of what cat said.  That I don\\&#8217;t appreciate my own successes enough.  And even now, what she said still hurts.  That she didn\\&#8217;t see beyond my \\&#8221;self-criticism\\&#8221;.  That I needed to express my own fears in order to feel whole.<\/p>\n<p>It reminds me of that time.  That time that I say over and over again.  The time during recess when I was in the first grade.  A boy started crying.  The teacher came over and soothed him.  A band-aid.  Something to heal.  Something that will directly help.  But then I was crying.  The teacher came over.  I said that I didn\\&#8217;t have any friends to play with.  I felt alone.  She couldn\\&#8217;t do anything.  No band-aid.  Helpless.  A problem that was not solvable.<\/p>\n<p>Emotions are like that.  There is no one way to fix it.  I am troubled by my despair.  After the appointment with the counselor, I crept back to my apartment.  I wanted to lie down, soak away my emotions into deep sleep.  Cry with real cries.  But my roommate was there.  I didn\\&#8217;t want her to think that I was troubled again.  So instead, I wept silently.  Laid down in my bed, had a 30 minute nap.  Woke up and went to work.<\/p>\n<p>At work, I felt better.  I lifted my sunglasses, but fortunately nobody questioned why my face was a bit pink.  Why my eyes seemed so tired.  I told them I had a headache.  Peggy asked if I was sick.  I shook my head.  \\&#8221;Just emotionally tired&#8230;sick,\\&#8221; I said.<\/p>\n<p>Becky the new CA made me laugh.  So suddenly it was all better again.  I played push-her-push-me with Peggy.  Playful slaps.  Talking about the boat dances.  Talking about commencement.  And then it was ok.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I feel better now. After the unsettling hours, I went to work. On the way there, I let my tears slide down behind my sunglasses. I don\\&#8217;t know why I felt so ill at ease. I don\\&#8217;t know why I suddenly felt filled with despair. It was so unexplainable. On the way to Foothill, I &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=24\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">recuperation<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-24","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=24"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=24"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=24"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=24"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}