Yesterday, after six consecutive weeks of finally making some breakthroughs, I was discharged from therapy a week early. It feels like such a small thing now, but 15 weeks ago this entire journey felt totally insurmountable. 31 weeks ago today, an A&E nurse told me I was lucky not to be dead or paralysed. And they’re the kind of words that make you reassess absolutely everything.
For about the first 25 weeks, I was pretty harsh in my assessments. I let myself be totally consumed by grief, guilt and shame – that I didn’t deserve to have survived, that I’d let everyone down, that I might as well have died because I’d never, ever be the same again. I imagined spending the rest of my life as a miserable bundle of panic and anxiety; that I’d never feel able to drive again; that all my plans – long-term and short-term – had been put indefinitely on hold.
Then, it was like a switch was flicked in my brain. I realised how counterproductive it is to beat yourself up for not recovering quickly enough. You can’t bully yourself into feeling better, any more than you can bomb a country into peace and stability. And so, on a disgustingly hungover Sunday morning in July, I had this epiphany that the more I hated myself, the more I was hurting and pushing away those I love.
Or, in the inimitable words of Mama Ru, who I can never resist quoting: “If you can’t love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?”
As I wrote in last month’s post, those first few weeks afterwards were a big, creative, emotional process of figuring it all out; learning to swap resentment and self-loathing for gratitude and self-compassion. I realised I needed to carpe diem; to make my life extraordinary; to live deep and suck all the marrow out of life; basically to [amazon_textlink asin=’B00004CXPT’ text=’Dead Poets Society’ template=’ProductLink’ store=’saragrah0e-21′ marketplace=’UK’ link_id=’ea2f58e9-8f26-11e7-a1a6-d37eaf3eb12f’] (yes, that’s a verb now) the hell out of my existence. So August, for the most part, has been utterly joyful – and, my god, has it raced by after seven months of time dragging its heels!
This month I’ve immersed myself in work that I’m passionate about. I’ve witnessed the most breathtaking evening of athletics, at London 2017. I’ve enjoyed quality time with so many of my favourite people – not least the world’s most wonderful and beloved grandparents. And my back has hugely benefitted from one-on-one Pilates classes in the sunshine with Han. Seriously, is there any greater Pilates studio than the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park? I don’t think so.
I’m still not sure how it’s ended so soon, but I finished August with a wonderfully enjoyable and refreshing long weekend walking, eating and drinking in the Derbyshire Dales, with my two favourite uncles, my husband, my brother, his girlfriend, and my newly-rediscovered camera. Plus their dog and a lot of sheep, of course. It really is such a beautiful retreat from reality.
Reading has been a bit sparse this month, focused on quality over quantity, with [amazon_textlink asin=’1473656184′ text=’Beta: Quiet Girls Can Run The World’ template=’ProductLink’ store=’saragrah0e-21′ marketplace=’UK’ link_id=’7231ebcd-8f27-11e7-9d74-d3cd42a2fc9e’] by Rebecca Holman, editor of The Debrief, and [amazon_textlink asin=’B0741WJJPG’ text=’Odd Man Out’ template=’ProductLink’ store=’saragrah0e-21′ marketplace=’UK’ link_id=’8ad01afd-8f27-11e7-ad82-2ff287ad0636′] by Nige and Elloa Atkinson.
Rebecca is one of my favourite editors to work with and [amazon_textlink asin=’1473656184′ text=’Beta’ template=’ProductLink’ store=’saragrah0e-21′ marketplace=’UK’ link_id=’2ef2896b-8f28-11e7-8473-890e7f782bfe’] was such a refreshing, reassuring insight into her experience as an introverted beta boss in a working world that’s largely set up for alphas and extraverts. It made me realise a lot about how neatly freelancing fits with my own personality, why I’d rather be my own boss than anyone else’s, and the areas where I can really channel my strengths and stretch my comfort zone.
[amazon_textlink asin=’1999727304′ text=’Odd Man Out ‘ template=’ProductLink’ store=’saragrah0e-21′ marketplace=’UK’ link_id=’710f6e9a-8f28-11e7-b7bf-d926120b269b’] has been tougher going, but in a good way. It’s an incredibly raw, challenging account of male mental health, anger, violence, and vulnerability. I actually only got about halfway through before lending it to a (male) friend who I realised needed it more than I did – but I’m looking forward to finishing it once he’s done!
Back to school…
It might just be all the vitamin D talking (check back in November!) but between all of that, therapy, and a secret photography project I’ve been working on*, I finally feel like myself again. In lots of ways I’ve got a real ‘back to school’ feeling about September – the anticipation of a fresh start with new possibilities, and just a tiny bit of stress and anxiety.
*More on this next week…