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.
Pretty much exactly 5 months after my last church attendance I returned today. Since my last time I had only seen 3 people from the congregation face to face. People who live in my town. Who I've seen at least twice a week for years, I'd seen so few of them. Children had grown. Newborn babies now starting to move. Barely bumps now earth side. There were a few new faces too. We decided to go today because we had been invited for Sunday lunch by a couple from church. The sweet, kind hearted, godly doctor who was on duty the weekend I was first taken to hospital. I didn't give myself a choice this morning. I'd set up an excuse not to go for lunch already. Our car was broken. It was true, it was, but I knew it would be fixed in time to go. So I got up and we went. I'd spoken with my counsellor about not feeling it was my home any longer. That I wasn't part of the fellowship anymore. That physically I didn't know where to sit. Our usual seats, middle,front, with ...
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