I have been trying really hard to put my life back together. I then realized that perhaps my life was never together in the first place. I have been trying to put all those pieces that were thrown around back together. Maybe those pieces are exactly where they need to be and that there is no use in trying to glue those damaged pieces back on. Instead, I am going to keep trying to create a whole damn new puzzle.
This was brought on by my treatment plan meeting I had at day treatment. The insurance is letting me renew my treatment and so I requested a meeting to go over things again. I hadn’t really paid too much attention the past few months I have been there. Recently, I had wondered why I was even going to treatment. This past week has been really amazing in the fact I am actively asking questions and asking the people to talk about topics that I would like to talk about or learn. I requested the topic on how to end friendships and she granted that request. Normally, I have this nagging feeling that I don’t deserve time for the things that I want help with. That is not the case anymore.
In group therapy, we have a timer that gets passed around and we have to talk for whatever amount of minutes are on there. Today we had 9 minutes. I discussed my plans to move to another city with my girlfriend. I also talked about my insecurities in I didn’t understand how someone could be crazy about me. Then everyone in the group started chiming in with what they thought was a good quality in me. I was not expecting all that. I never really knew the impression I was making on the group. Then the leader said see there are plenty of things for someone to be crazy in love with you about and you deserve it so go with it.
She then brought up how I over extend and give myself to people sometimes. I had tried to explain a situation I had with a friend that I cared about and to see if I was crazy for thinking the way I do about it. She just told me that I didn’t need or deserve that kind of treatment in my life and told me to kick this person of the pedestal that I put them on. I knew that was true, I had put this person on a pedestal when in fact no one should ever be put on a pedestal. For some reason today imagining kicking this person off that pedestal was quite liberating. To be able to say to myself that I know that person is going through some things, but I don’t deserve that kind of treatment, is a step in the right direction.
Later, during the treatment plan, we have goals and objectives to work on. One of the objectives on my plan is reducing suicidal ideation and self harm. She asked me if I had a plan for suicide or self harm. I usually always have some kind of plan in the back of my mind, but for once I could actually say no. No, I do not have a plan to die and no I do not have any self harm plans. I actually stunned myself. I walked out of there with my head held high and my heart smiling with pride. I am starting to see things slightly different. Parts of me say that I have screwed up one too many times in recent months to be proud, but the other part of me is telling me to look at what I am learning even from my screw ups.
One thing is for certain and what I know to be true, is that I can come back from anything. I can pull myself out of the hole and I can keep going. I always give everyone the credit for keeping me alive, but no I keep me alive. I choose to stay. Right now, I choose to stay for me. I have a new set of rules and boundaries for my life. I will still be nice and I will still try to give love to people, but I am no longer going to take the amount of shit some people like to put on others. You are either in my life or out. I thought I needed someone and while we all need someone at times, I realized in the end all I really need is myself and in return that helps me to deal with other people.I am not a convenience store nor am I a punching bag to take your shit out on. I am moving on. Everyone talks about the light at the end of the tunnel. I must be close, because it is beautifully blinding.
I think I have a real shot at this. This is what happens when you get tired of being sick and tired. When you break and think you have no way back up. You either drown or you keep fighting. I was built for this. I will carry this shit on my back if I have to, but with every foot I take I will throw some of it off the cliff, because nothing is going to weigh me down anymore. Screw that. I am done and over it.