One Example of Telling your Mental Illness to Fuck Off

Today’s Prompt ^ Drive

It’s nearly 11p tonight and I want to go to sleep a smidge before the clock turns to 11, however I also had today’s prompt on my mind today, and would like to add a short post about it right this minute.

Firstly, it’s always tricky when I have set aside notebooks for the following semester’s classes, yet didn’t sticky note them with what class I envisioned them for, and then stumble upon them and not have a clue which class they are for–talk about sigh-worthy!

On the other hand, I picked out another notebook for my Stats class which starts tomorrrowwwww afternoooooon, gwah! I really have no clue how it’s going to be balancing schoolwork over the rest of this summer. :O D:

I have two books I need to read during tomorrow/Tuesday and pens and pencils to pack for tomorrow. And stationary. And fanfic writing. …. Yeah. *nods*

BUT back to the prompt, you silly wombats!

This prompt made me only ever think of driving in the sense of a vehicle moving from one destination to another. Which reminds me of this time last June 2015 where I was attending a partial hospitalization at MSE, which is when you go in during the day for treatment for a designated amount of time and then return home for the evening. While I was there at MSE, I was still getting my check-in phone calls from the insurance company, something that began in January/February and ended a few weeks into July. Case manager, I think is what their job title was.

Any who, I was having a tough time then and had been sitting in my car talking the tea party talk for a good hour after the program had ended. I believe I was stuck between throwing out a plastic bag I had or acting on a suicidal thought with it. Even though I wound up getting out of the car and throwing it away, part of me wanted to go rifling back in the trash bin to get it back. However, I stayed put with the OCD and the depression with me.

I told my case manager on the phone how I was sitting in the driver’s seat, with OCD in the passenger seat and the depression sitting behind me. I told her about how they were all chatting and coincidentally, I wasn’t going anywhere because of it.

She told me the best thing ever:

Why don’t you open the door and let the OCD/the depression out and you’ll see them again tomorrow.

It was the most literal interpretation of a metaphor and yet the absolute most perfect thing I needed to hear. I told her that that was a great idea, and it IS, and that I assured her I would do that when I was done with the phone call. After it ended, I did open up my doors and told them to get out and I’d see them later (maybe not the next day entirely but enough time for me to make it home at least).

Sometimes it’s the little things people say or suggest that can change around your whole outlook. That’s one of the great things about sharing helpful things on the blogosphere with you guys. We can witness the little things that made the biggest differences in our treatments and our Recovery journeys.

 

Hold on and look out for the little things. You never know what may become a bright lit beacon in your Recovery journey as time passes on. ❤ ❤ ❤

Sending you all warm hugs and mighty bro fists!

And as always, remember to….

8 thoughts on “One Example of Telling your Mental Illness to Fuck Off

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    • Awww, thank you so much!!

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  2. I love that idea! Sometimes I write things that give me anxiety or cause me to go into a depression on a piece of paper and shove them in a box. That way I can “throw them away.”

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