I watched an episode of NCIS: Los Angeles on Sunday at Harriet’s place. It was about a cult called The Church of the Unlocked Mind. I’ve been told that watching TV is not conducive to my recovery, but I didn’t think forty-five minutes would do much harm. Well, I had nightmares the entire night about being held captive- and attempted to be brainwashed by an inescapable sect that I was quite exhausted when I woke up on Monday morning. I decided that reading is a more suitable pastime.
Today marks my one-month anniversary since I was discharged from the hospital. For the most part, I’m feeling better and I’ve been likening myself to a Phoenix. I even had Elena do my nails in the theme.
I’ve shed many tears the past thirty days, but I remember in the second Harry Potter book that Professor Dumbledore told Harry that Phoenix tears having healing properties. My own tears have contributed to my rise from the ashes; granted, crying isn’t the only thing that’s been a catalyst to the improvement of my mental health, I’ve also changed my ringtone to Katy Perry’s Rise. But that too isn’t all: It’s a combination of factors – the medication, going to sleep with the fowls and people respecting my boundaries. At some stage I will make a concerted effort to get back in the gym, but not to become obsessed like I did the first time I did my nut.
I’ve also reached a point of tossing my hands in the air with a screw-this-I’m-over-it–attitude if things beyond my control start to get me down. Sometimes it takes a day, sometimes a week, sometimes a month and sometimes it takes literal years, but it happens. When it happens, it is like something within me awakens and I have an urgent need to do something that will enhance my self-esteem or better me in some way. I think that makes me human?
One thing that is a clear indicator of me being on the mend is that I’m starting to get excited about things again and I’m planning. I love planning – whether it’s a meal, an outing, a party or a trip. One of my colleagues has a milestone birthday coming up, in August, and I’m already thinking of something special that can be done to surprise her. I’m also making photobooth props so that everyone in attendance can join in the fun and I’ll make a nice collage for her as a keepsake. No, I’m not letting the cat out the bag here, because I know she doesn’t read my blog.
There are also plans in the pipeline to attend a bachelor auction at the end of May (I won’t be bidding on any would-be suitors though because the tickets are a bit steep), but it’s for a good cause and it’s a proper formal affair, and a night out on the town with my girl friends will do me good. Shayla-Rae and Rowena have both hauled out formal dresses for me to try on, so I’m spoilt for choice. I forgot home much fun playing dress-up can be. I also realize that I look amazing in the colour green. Maybe there’ll be more opportunities to wear evening dresses down the line, who knows?
In short, if I look back at where I am now vs where I was a month ago, renewal is clear and that’s good news. One step at a time…