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fandomhigh2022-03-15 07:37 am
stykera) wrote in fandomhigh2022-03-15 07:37 am
Living with Trauma, Tuesday 3/15
The classroom was not set up for a movie today. Today it was just a usual classroom with the usual alien standing at the front of the room holding what had become a usual large coffee.
“Things have been difficult this year,” Stark said quietly. That shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone who’d spoken to him or seen him since January.
“A friend has been reminding me that even when things are hard, even when things are terrible and painful, there are still good things as well. No matter how much I might struggle to remember that sometimes.” Stark was no longer standing still. He’d started pacing while he spoke.
“It’s too easy to lose track of the good when the bad seems so much bigger. And sometimes it is bigger. But even then…even now, it helps to try and focus on what good remains, sometimes. Not always. And you can’t ignore the rest of it. You can’t pretend the bad isn’t there. You can’t pretend that it doesn't hurt. That doesn’t help. It can’t help. But you can’t pretend the good things aren’t still there either. I can’t. I need reminders, sometimes. Perhaps,” he continued, looking around, “some of you do as well?” He wasn’t going to pry. If anyone needed the reminder, there it was.
“I spent some time this weekend, with my friend, being reminded. That being here is a good thing. That my friends from before being fine now, this time, is a good thing. That my friends here being here is a good thing. That being with those friends is a good thing. That my being better than I was is a good thing.”
“So…those are a few things that are still good. Things I need to remember. If you like, you can talk about good things for you. Share them. Things that still exist, in spite of everything else. Even little things can be good. Sometimes the little good things are all you have.”
“Things have been difficult this year,” Stark said quietly. That shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone who’d spoken to him or seen him since January.
“A friend has been reminding me that even when things are hard, even when things are terrible and painful, there are still good things as well. No matter how much I might struggle to remember that sometimes.” Stark was no longer standing still. He’d started pacing while he spoke.
“It’s too easy to lose track of the good when the bad seems so much bigger. And sometimes it is bigger. But even then…even now, it helps to try and focus on what good remains, sometimes. Not always. And you can’t ignore the rest of it. You can’t pretend the bad isn’t there. You can’t pretend that it doesn't hurt. That doesn’t help. It can’t help. But you can’t pretend the good things aren’t still there either. I can’t. I need reminders, sometimes. Perhaps,” he continued, looking around, “some of you do as well?” He wasn’t going to pry. If anyone needed the reminder, there it was.
“I spent some time this weekend, with my friend, being reminded. That being here is a good thing. That my friends from before being fine now, this time, is a good thing. That my friends here being here is a good thing. That being with those friends is a good thing. That my being better than I was is a good thing.”
“So…those are a few things that are still good. Things I need to remember. If you like, you can talk about good things for you. Share them. Things that still exist, in spite of everything else. Even little things can be good. Sometimes the little good things are all you have.”