7: Freedom Forty-SevenA Chapter by TaylSpinSeptember
11, 2017, the day after World Suicide Prevention Day, I was discharged from St
Joe’s West 5th campus Hospital. I walked out on my own two feet; I
was twenty pounds lighter, significantly less tan, and in a hell of a lot
better mood than when I had been admitted forty-seven days earlier. And I rode off into the sunset on a unicorn
and lived happily ever after.
In
reality, as I left Hospital, I was terrified. And rightly so! I had been living in a safe cocoon of a society for
over a month and a half and here I was heading back out into the real world "
where there were choices, and stress, and things that couldn’t be predicted and
people wouldn’t be protecting me. It took a long time for that fear to subside,
for going out to be more than a brave face plastered on. Every single day of my
first week at home I wished to be back in the comfort and security of my
hospital room - the one that I had so adamantly hated in the beginning. I
missed having the assurance of seeing a nurse or doctor every time I turned
around. I had to readjust to life at home, and to become used to the feeling of
being safe in my own company again. Each time I had a follow up appointment as
an outpatient in Hospital I stayed on campus for many hours both before and
after it, because being back in the building gave me a sense of confidence and
safety I hadn’t quite regained for myself out in society.
Cautiously,
I started allowing myself to get back to doing the things I enjoyed. I baked,
did crafts, walked the dog, and made plans with my friends. I made appointments
for myself and I kept them; I was determined not to let the ball drop again any
time soon. These were the baby steps back into life. A life I was going to
live, and to love.
I also listened to a lot of empowering songs
by Rachel Platten. And Cher. No shame. © 2017 TaylSpin |
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