Life post-overdose had a different intensity to it - I couldn't run from my struggle anymore. I couldn't keep stuff shoved down and carry on regardless. I couldn't neglect my needs because saving myself after overdosing (I called the ambulance) was cementing a promise to myself - I was going to do this.
One of the hardest things I had to come to terms with from my physical injuries after the train crash, was the scarring left after my wounds had healed. My face, hands and legs are all scarred and over the years I have come to accept them as being part of me and the person I am. However, what if there was a possibility that scarring from injury could be a thing of the past?
Some argue, "learn how to speak up for yourself. Just say "no." But nos are often ignored and become impossible to say when someone feels like they have no choice. The CONTEXT in which consent is given is the most important part and needs to be taken seriously by us as individuals, by court officials & police, and by the whole of society.
I don't use the term breakdown lightly. In fact there is still some doubt in my mind as to what I actually went through, (breakdown was used by my counsellor), but I know that it was big. I suppose I use a variety of terms to do with my mental health rather interchangeably; emotional instability, unhappiness, depression; for me they are all aspects of the same thing.
At the heart of Christmas is the Bethlehem babe, who later went on to preach that we are to love our neighbours as ourselves. Not instead of ourselves or despite ourselves but as ourselves. The all-inclusive love Jesus was teaching, therefore, includes the call to each of us to look after "number one", too.
It took me years to be able to focus on loving people no matter what they did, or how I felt about them. But the pay-off was indescribable. Every time I found something I could love, I felt fear loosening it vice-like grip on me. I could function again. Look people in the eye. Have a conversation. Sleep. Eat. The world became a manageable place.
Hillesgarden near Helsingborg, Sweden, is different things to different people: a beautiful park with a lake and delightful walks amidst herbal gardens, a splendid restaurant serving delicious, wholesome food which is famous for miles around, a conference centre with a lecture hall, a retreat centre, a guest house, as well as a health centre for therapies and healing.
I believe it does. I am a Psychotherapist. My aim is to help individuals attain a greater sense of inner peace and I get to glimpse (very personally), into the lives of others on a daily basis. I observe their pain and obstacles, and in many cases during the process of therapy, I also witness the beginnings of a shift in their consciousness.
am not usually the sort of person who prefers canine company to that of her husband and children. But just now I felt instinctively that I needed Coco. She would have climbed onto the bed, peacefully settled down near me. My warm, cuddly teddy bear would have comforted me silently and in turn she would have been soothed by my presence.