At the Red Herring, there is exhaustive editing taking place behind the scenes. I read and reread my posts before publication to make sure I’ve gotten everything right. Even with every word forced through a fine tooth comb, I still regularly find errors after publication.

Sometimes, though, I miss the forest for the trees.

Reading back through my last batch of posts, I noticed that they are pretty repetitive.

Life right now is very repetitive. Like I keep saying, I am grateful every day that I’m not depressed. I’m amazed at my recovered functionality, even if all that energy and clarity is getting used up even at the new, higher levels.

I’m still stressed every day that things at home are out of balance.

I continue to be deeply pained by current events, particularly what is happening in Gaza and the U.S. government’s complicity.You know what else? I’ve remembered something.

Several years ago when the Chaplain and I were having our troubles, we did a deep dive into the ways each of us deals with conflict.

You know what I do when I feel like I’m not being heard?

I repeat myself.

At this moment in time, I am feeling unheard on an unprecedented scale. Ironically, it feels like one of the only people who does hear and understand me is the Chaplain, which a testament to the work we’ve done together and separately.

Outside of our little world, my words feel like a lonely howl on a cold, dark night.

So forgive me if each blog post feels like more of the same. It’s because it feels like no one is listening.