You're not alone, I promise.
but holding on for dear life.
I am so very proud of you for this.
Well, right now I'm sitting on my bedroom floor.
The evening sun is low in the sky, shining directly through my bedroom window and landing on the right side of my face.
I can hear birds singing outside, and there's also one very chirpy bird sitting in his cage to my left. He's all fluffed up with his head nuzzled against his absolute favourite toy and he's making soft little tweets with his little eyes closed in total contentment.
Before writing this post, I was outside in the garden. Doing some weeding and thinking about where I'm going to plant my sunflowers, as we head towards the southern hemisphere summer.
There were bees buzzing around on purple flowers near me, and the bees had so much pollen on their backs that it looked like they couldn't even fly straight. It made me smile.
Five months ago though?
I was in a psychiatric ward. I didn't want to live anymore and everything just felt too much. Too difficult.
The mere thought of being outside the ward literally terrified me. The thought of being inside it terrified me too.
And I certainly didn't think I was brave enough to stay there for my entire treatment duration.
Well.
I did.
I proved myself wrong, and here I am, sitting in the sunshine.
Life is still hard. But there are good moments too. And they're becoming more frequent. I didn't used to have them at all.
I relapsed with self harm since leaving the hospital. That was really hard. I was very upset with myself. I thought that once I started again I wouldn't be able to stop.
But I proved myself wrong with that too.
It gets better. It does, it really does.
When we're in our lowest moments, its so hard for us to see that though.
But that's where other people can tell us that it does, until we're able to see it for ourselves again.
Thank you for reaching out to us.
You're not alone in this.
And you will get better.
Sending you gentle hugs, if you wish to accept them :hug: