Though my mind is still racing I am finding words difficult to come by. My motivation still lacking, tears flow less often now, I don't allow myself to feel anymore. I crave normality but it seems so far away.
I feel terrified all the time. Terrified of never finding normality and health. Terrified of having to start again, of never repairing relationships and of going back to hospital. Terrified of the pills I take, of the words I might say, or the way people think of me.
I try to see recovery. Imagine what life may be like, remember what life was like. Look for the hope and trust and joy I once had. When feeling and sharing feelings didn't bring loss. Loss of friends, vocation and liberty.
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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