Along with everything that was lost and won

It’s Autumn now. The nice part of Autumn where it’s still crisp and sunny and bright, not the soggy fart back end of Autumn that leads into the misery of Winter.

I’ve just spent 4 weeks in bed. Now when people normally say I’ve spent all day in bed what they usually mean is they got up and watched TV at some point or maybe nipped to the shop. When I say I’ve spent 4 weeks in bed, I mean IN BED. I got up to go to the bathroom and occasionally snatch some toast from the kitchen. And that’s it. I’ve been on another downward spiral, the Post Traumatic Stress is strong and I cried, panicked and generally felt hopeless. Despite being told I will come through it I didn’t believe it, I thought I’d be like this forever. When I have an episode of such soul crushing depression my brain tells me to stay in bed as there is only one thing that will keep me safe:

duvet of safety

This duvet protects me from everything. I’m tricked into believing that anything outside of it is dangerous and must be avoided at all costs. This duvet repels ALL danger. There is no telling when the urge to burrow will arise, it comes out of nowhere and overstays its welcome. During this phase I mentally and physically deteriorate, I get aches and pains, I panic and get the worst fatigue you can imagine.

But then, out of the blue, it lifts. Again there is no warning for this, I just wake up one morning and all of a sudden I can go outside, I wear a bra and I feel a strange thing called ‘hope’.

I’m currently riding a nice phase, I can keep my obsessive thoughts in check, I can believe I’m healing and I can look forward to going out the door. I hope these phases last longer each time, it’s great being able to think clearly. Don’t get me wrong I’m aware I could drop again any day and begin another phase of hopelessness but I have to take these good days as they come and breathe in their sweet sweet scent to fill my lungs and brain for as long as possible.

I still meditate every day and I think I’m finally beginning to understand ‘living in the moment’. It really helps, I recommend meditation for everyone regardless of whether you are ill. I also started Tai Chi to socialise, to roll out my stiff neck, back and shoulders that occur after a stint under the duvet. Life is still not 100%, I still get the shakes in the morning, I still cry out that grief but it’s easier to cope with when I don’t need the duvet to save me. I want to save myself, I want my life back, I want it back with a desire I cant even describe.

My next post will be an anniversary post. 30th Sept marks 1 year on. As it’s a special occasion it will be written by Mr Braingirl. He’s been there through all of this so you will be getting his story.

One thought on “Along with everything that was lost and won

  1. You have NO idea how much this slogan represents my life.
    Happily…well… my cat that died a couple of years ago crapped all over my duvet cover, (Yes I’ve washed it…I’m fairly certain anyway) so this gives me the perfect excuse to buy a new one and some fabric paint. I know I’m always acting as the agent you never wanted, but this would SELL! We aren’t the only two who feels like this. I feel an entire line of bedding with your amazing phrases on each piecel Would love to see what you would do with pillows (not like that, you dirty bird) Anyway, you are amazing, keep feeding the beast (that would be me, and by beast I mean manatee) xoxo

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