When a close friend was filling me in on her own struggles with the ending of her marriage, we were noting how exactly 1 year prior I had been visiting her and filling her in on the insanity around the ending of mine.
"I felt like my brain was on fire for about a year, but now I'm really happy" I told her. "Great, sounds awesome," was her reply. (insert eye roll emoji)
Now, another year later, that is still the best way I can describe the experience. A constant slow burn that smoldered always, flared without warning and eventually died leaving black charred husks and ash in its wake. The analogy makes me think of a forest fire.
"Initially, fire is a big deal. It changes how species interact with their habitat for a long time. A wild landscape immediately after a recent fire can be an alarming sight—a moonscape that only contains charred skeletons of what once thrived. However, just below the surface, seeds are germinating and beneath the charred earth, new life is sprouting.
Apparently, there are several names for the life that comes back first after a forest fire. My favorite is "post-fire specialists" and post fire recovery is facilitated through a program called Burned Area Emergency Response, or BAER. I like to think I had my own BAERs- Care BAERs if you will.
I had several people who played special and unique roles in tending to me helping to sew new seeds and nourish the fragile life that was getting ready to come back stronger. The most exciting and exotic new growth was uncovered and nurtured by previously unknown BAERs who hadn't been a part of my story before.
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