Some hope to share

Six weeks ago, on the Saturday,  I put up a post that I had given up and was going to end it.

However, my conscience got the better of me, and I stepped back from the brink (quite literally, as I had a noose around my neck and was ready to jump) and reached out once more. Some of you here supported me wonderfully, and for that I am really grateful.

My psychiatrist upped one of my meds, and prescribed me some sleeping meds, and that was part of what helped me, as it gave me the breathing space and strength to tackle some really gnarly psychological issues.

Then my psychologist suggested I write a book about my journey.  Turns out she’s been sitting on that idea for a year, but only now does she think I’m ready, and I agree. She’s very good st what she does!

So I actually started. And I don’t think it’s just a pipe dream. Two of her patients have done it before, one poetry, one prose, and both got paper-published, not just as an e-book.

It’s quite a journey, digging through decade old diary entries, hospital notes and other material to stitch together my journey as authentically as possible.

I just thought I’d share this. This endeavour had given me hope that maybe I can heal in such a way that I won’t relapse again, or at least not that severely.