Quiet, Intention, Explore, Serendipity, Hope

Katherine Katherine
Chronically Cross-cultural
2 min readSep 21, 2021

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QUIET

Roaring pain?
No.
Obvious disability?
No.

Fatigue is quiet and invisible.
Silently stealing energy, focus, friends, plans, and more.
Looks like laziness and apathy.

The post-trauma response also feels quiet and invisible.
Silently stealing safety, connection, friends, plans, and more.
Looks like laziness and apathy.

Doctors and counselors are great but my favorite is having people who can see the unseen, and understand the logic behind the illogical.

INTENTIONS

The blunt ax of undiagnosed sickness started to hack away at us. It chipped away a hole between what we wanted to do and what we were actually able to do.

Like a log being chopped in half the space between our intentions and accomplishments grew and grew until our plans fell away. Devastating.

‘My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.’
2 Cor 12:9 NLT

EXPLORE

How do we know if we are making progress or just going in circles?

We have done lots of exploring in recent years. Exploring options for the future.

Exploring our local park while the tourists are away.

We always come back tired and dirty with an empty water bottle. We never find anything except for helicopter seedpods.

Maybe everything is just going in circles.

SERENDIPITY

I was in danger and disconnected.
But then the serendipity of
the right people,
in the right place,
at the right time
flipped danger to protection
and disconnection to connection.

Like a bridge
between my past and present
between my amygdala and the rational part of my brain
between my worlds which normally feel 7000km apart.

A bridge like skin growing back over a wound.
Safe and reconnected.

HOPE

Like a sky full of stars sometimes hope seems to get lighter the more it gets dark.

The quiet sickness,
the intentions that didn’t make it into reality, the exploring that goes around and around to nowhere,
the danger, and disconnect.
A dark backdrop that illuminates the light.

‘In the chaos, there’s a hand that holds me
And will never let me go…’

(Won my heart, EMU music, Chapman/Glover)

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Katherine Katherine
Chronically Cross-cultural

Australian in Asia. Chronic illness. Cross-cultural/expat life. Christian. Homeschooling.