Today was about getting back on track. I’ve had a troubled few days, but I’ve hit the reset button, and am ready to start looking after myself again.
I visited a friend today. I talked in an earlier blog about the temporary friends you make when you’re in a psych hospital, but I failed to mention that I also made a keeper. I visited her today. Chatting with her helped me to gain some perspective. I can recognise disordered thinking in others. It’s as glaringly obvious as a bright sun in clear blue skies. This friend of mine, is someone who has no idea how beautiful she is both inside and out, and unfortunately it’s slowly destroying her. Someone made a comment to her today; “you’re looking really well.” My friend gave me an insight into the hell that is body dysmorphia, because this well meaning comment equated to “You’ve gained weight” By the time I saw her at lunchtime, she’d done 60,000 steps. I wish I could help her, but I can’t. I also need to tread a little carefully as I have a habit of taking on other peoples baggage.
Seeing her though has made me thankful that I’m out, and made me determined to work a little harder on finding the right path to better mental health.
I’ve just come back from the gym and it has made me feel good this evening. Now if only I could stop my mirtazapine…………