I’m having a hard time holding it together today. I’ve been on the edge of tears all day long (nearly cried while listening to someone talk at clinical). It could be many things: waking up at 5:45, a pretty long and anxiety-provoking day at the hospital, or the very stressful situation that came up last night. More than anything else though, it is because today marks 3 months since leaving CFD. That’s a quarter of a year (!?!?), 92 days. My feelings today really mirror what I felt back then. I want to insert my journal entries from my last day there. These will be in italics throughout this post to help differentiate.
The CFD journey is officially over. I am so blessed to have 34 days with some of the most amazing people I have ever met. This was and will always be the best decision for me. God knew exactly what I needed. This is it. 100% true to this day. I think I’m able to appreciate my experience even more now that I am removed from it.
I want to believe all everyone said. I want to remember it forever and ever. That I am: a light, the official Michigan guide, kind, RESILIENT, courageous, strong, worthy, that I have changed, I can do this, a fun presence in the house, going to recover, overcome lots of things in my time here, have a bright future, have made so much progress, have to keep opening up.
I want to believe these things ^ More than anything in the world
I’ll admit, I’ve had a difficult time believing any of this. I think part of it is not making an effort to remind myself. My goal will be to write these down somewhere I will read it often. I want to make encouragement, mantras, and positive attributes part of my daily life as it was in residential.
J (my therapist) – if you give a mouse a cookie… she knocked on the door of all my shame but I am the one who opened up. That shows my growth. She has hope for me to continue this. I am grateful for everything she’s done for me. I wouldn’t be where I am right now. I never could have let the shame out if I hadn’t had her. Maybe I would have just carried it forever. While there will never be anything outpatient like J’s shame train (choochoo!) group, I am continuing to explore my shame. I don’t want to live with it forever. EMDR is the current answer to this. I’m hopeful.
What has changed? A LOT
- I am using my assertive voice
- choosing recovery over vacation, my parents, what I want my summer to be like
- I am letting go of the shame
- I see that my family has perpetuated the shame
- I am nourishing my body again
- I can be trusted to eat on my own accord
- I am using skills
- the thoughts don’t fully control my life and I can see beyond them
- I know how to lean on supports
- I am closer to who I want to be
- I am equipped
- I have 34 days of trials, tears, setbacks, frustration, feeling like a failure, steps backwards, resorting to old ways, giving Ed a loudspeaker and more bu also 34 days of discovery, fighting, using skills, so many successes, backing down from Ed thoughts, opening up, checking in, and getting support
- I am the Challenge Queen
I want to recreate this. What has changed post-discharge:
- I’m nearly a month into school and doing very well, all things considered
- I am putting my recovery first by adding in as much support as possible during each week
- feeling empowered enough to make strides in my recovery all on my own
- honesty: some slippage, but this is a normal thing that doesn’t need to continue
- being BRAVE and making strides I haven’t been able to do for a long time
- I have been with only outpatient care for exactly 4 weeks and I didn’t start sinking right away like before
- I am proud of my summer instead of embarrassed
- slowly getting back into yoga
- giving myself a break and time to rest
- overall I have maintained the mood improvements that came in residential
- I feel stronger than I have in a long time, outside of treatment
- I have hope
- I am listening to my dietitian and therapist (sometimes reluctantly)
I don’t think I could reflect on CFD without reminiscing. I miss it. I’ll think of memories and laugh, smile, cry, feel proud of myself or others, and experience pretty much every emotion out there. Residential is this life-changing experience. I get emotional thinking about it because my entire stay was full of finally feeling again. I was in a very vulnerable state while also being pushed and challenged. I haven’t ever been a part of anything like it. Right now, I can’t look back at my journal without crying because of the impact it’s had on me. I will never, ever take this all for granted. Instead, I am forever grateful for the opportunity and everyone who made my experience what it was.
These three months have been nowhere near perfect, and I am okay with it. Recovery is a process that’s led to more ups and downs than any rollercoaster. The difference now is that I am fighting like hell. My worst days still are better than any from last year. CFD (and subsequently, PHP and IOP) helped me build a strong foundation. Now I am just building on to that and continuing in this process.
I will end this post the same way I ended my journal 3 months ago: This is the beginning of a beautiful, freer life.