For those used to writing about the weight of depression, happiness seems hard to define as something solid.
Tag: recovery
A fear of falling
So I managed to lead one and a half routes.
Wait, one and a half?
Ben Nevis & subsequent limping
I spent the next 4 days limping.
But I can’t tell you how good it feels to have reached the top.
Post-injury climbing: being held back sucks
I can barely believe that back in August I was told there was a 90% chance my BONE WOULD DIE and I’d likely have fusion surgery and it would be all dramatic and terrifying and I wouldn’t walk again and my whole life would change.
Looking back on recovery
And by no means has ‘recovery’ been perfect. I managed to get myself into a nightmarish relationship straight afterwards, was further emotionally traumatised by Will.. uhh I mean Bill, and ended up quitting my whole life in Oxford. But, at no point since Recovery Day no.1 did I reach the lowest ever again. Why?
Because I knew I could fucking handle it.
When I feel more up to it.
I imagine that I’ll just trim the leaves and blooms that have died, which will make room for new ones to blossom anyway.
It’s not too hard to straighten the sofa throw.
I imagine I’ll do it in a little bit.
A good day
And then, you have one of those days where, peace is
everything.
It’s small and quiet and unobtrusive but it’s powerful. Taking up the spaces that are usually raging, and the cracks that are empty and crumbling. It’s not even silence, more a peach wash of warmth. Faintly glowing in the background of a good day.
A busy little bird.
I’m moving in with my best friend! IN THREE WEEKS! We’re getting a kitty! I am beyond excited to move into the dreamiest little apartment which opens out into a very green lawn and is right by a walk out into the countryside. We have a bathroom EACH! We have an amazing kitchen! I’m […]
I cried for an hour and a half, and then they gave me a Wizard’s robe.
Goodbye Lush. Goodbye 2016. I’ve finally, after some more rejection and reflection, decided that I’m ready to say goodbye to Lush, to retail, and also say goodbye and fuuuuuck you to 2016 and everything (almost everything) it’s traumatized me with. But enough about that, this is about the Planets Spa Treatment I had at the […]
If you didn’t do anything this summer…
You worked? Then, you’ve managed to save. Oh, you haven’t managed to save (me neither mate. I live in Oxford and the rent kills me). That’s fine though, you worked. Sharpening skills, or realizing you’re ready to move on, or challenging yourself, or whatever work does for you.
Or, you stayed at home because being outside, having a job, is too much right now. Well that’s okay too, you’re knowing your limits and you’re using this time to work on yourself, to heal. You’ll go out when you’re ready. Not all explorations are mountains and road-trips.
A Vegan Adventurer 