Day 5.
I am appreciative of the NHS and advancements in healthcare. I've been watching the call the midwife box set recently, as well as my son and me being treated by the NHS. A century ago, probably half a century ago, my son would have died 2 weeks ago.
My husband and daughter would be facing Christmas without a son and brother whilst their wife and mother was languishing in the asylum. There is still shame in mental illness and it's not talked about, but things have come such a long way.
Day 6.
I am appreciative I have family who love me. People who don't have an obligation to love me but chose to, and the impact this will ultimately have on my recovery.
How do you get better? How do you recover? Do you suddenly wake with hope? Do you feel differently? Do you just notice after it has happened? What is recovery? Is recovery real? How long does recovery take? Is it even possible? How will I know what recovery looks like? Why does it take so long? So long I gave up hope. What do I need to do now? To end this nightmare forever. I don't know how much longer I can bear this. How can I continue? To face another day. It feels like this will never end. They say it happens slowly. That recovery is possible for me. Do they really know that? Can it really be true? Is recovery possible? Is there a flicker of hope? Or is it just a fairy tale that's not truth? Each day that passes by, Hope slips further away. I feel this is life forever. The tunnel light seems dimmer. No hope, no light, just darkness forever more. I cannot see past this. The pain overwhelms me. I'm deep in a pit of despair. Recovery is a ...
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