Today I turned 56. With that birthday has come the chill of autumn. A long hot summer is all but over. The leaves are on the turn and nights creeping in. But I'm content.
Looking back on the last few months none of this seemed possible. Defeated, despairing and completely overwhelmed I withdrew from the world in mid May. Had I not it's possible a third admission might have happened.
I'm proud to have stayed out of a psychiatric ward for 31 years. Yes it is that long. I never thought I'd go back after 2001. Yet I have come close twice in the last four years.
The support and kindness from both friend and stranger still staggers me. People genuinely do care about me. Perhaps I should care more about me.
A rare gathering of our small family will take place today. Dad is on the train to London. Miriam and Nigel are driving down. We will lunch at The Waggoners. Always good there.
For one day only I will put aside the terrors of our incredibly unstable world. Just in my world today.
See you all soon.
I Heard a Voice.
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