No dodgy photography today. A purely personal textual post setting the scene for what is to come. It’s been a strange day. First day back to work after four days camping at Latitude festival. Spending such rare concentrated time with close family and friends really brought home that there is more to life than the daily routine. I really treasured that time and was sad to leave.
I’m a cancer patient in remission. That is hard for me to say as quite often I convince myself that nothing has happened. My brain gets scanned every 6 months and so far so good. Last week’s results all clear again. That’s 3 years now. I’m very lucky. I had excellent treatment. Bella was 10 months when I found out. In September I get to see her start school. The scanning will never stop, but that’s a good thing.
Sometimes things get on top of me. Work, working Mum guilt, the unknown, grief, so I sought help. In eight sessions I’ve been more open with a stranger than with anyone else in the world. The eighth and final session was today and it was hard to say goodbye. But its just the start of my mental health journey. I’m in anticipation of what will happen next. It’s sometimes extremely hard for me to be open, but a good therapist knows.
In conclusion, and in my unqualified capacity – what l’m trying to say is just TALK! And give yourself a break (I’m telling myself this as much as anyone else). Could be to a friend, partner, therapist, the blogosphere … If you find it hard to talk, as I definitely do, there is help out there. It’s so much better than burying yourself in work and making yourself busy to forget. That doesn’t work, it just leads to mini explosions, then bigger explosions, then a breakdown.
Talking, releasing, understanding, in the right environment can save you so much time that you could otherwise be enjoying life in.