Reflecting on shifting priorities

Today was a day to try and recover from the stress of yesterday. The pain steeped in my bones, my cells, an immersion in adrenaline. The policeman was kind, saying he was worried about me because I couldn't stop crying and there wasn't major damage to the car, both my son and I were okay, what could it be? Wondering if agoraphobia might be my next mental destination, but it can't be because there are so many appointments to take the kids too, committments to keep. Headaches may continue to be the outward manifestation. So, I've resolved to work through Peter Levine's book, Waking The Tiger. There is so much trauma, so much need, and seemingly few to meet that need. Writing is everything, the thread that holds it all together and the time it gets in the day is miniscule. Self-care, my therapist keeps insisting on that. No resolution for the New Year, just a resolve. May it's unfolding benefit all sentient beings.