Rebuilding Recovery Raquel | Article

By Raquel Lyons


“’Cause my mind won’t stop, it’s just 11 blocks, I know that you’re home….Someone stop me please from hurting myself, ‘cause I’m two blocks away and you’re hurting my health…Somebody stop me, I should be going home” – “11 Blocks” by Wrabel


My #RecoveryHome lies amongst Hope Avenue and the Recovery Residence stone marking. My Recovery Home houses a rainbow lighthouse to the right of my home’s property, and a gazebo to the left of the house. The house has heart shaped skylights on the roof, and a green front door with a pastel yellow, pink and green iris in the center. There’s a stationary room within my Recovery Home and the hilltop residence overlooks a small town down below. There’s a Barnes & Noble, a Target, a Paper Store and Michael’s Arts and Crafts store down there. There’s probably a café, too. And there’s definitely a library–probably one like the Thomas Crane Library in Quincy, MA, where there’s apparently some awesomely hidden stained glass hallway. My Recovery Home features the best of the best.


Down the front path, where there are a tunnel of trees shifting from spring, to winter and autumn there is Lapse Circle, Relapse Boulevard, and Bloomingdale Cove and then where the mental health conditions I live with reside. You might think they would reside within my Recovery Home themselves, and, maybe to an extent they do, but really they are housed all on their own on Kill Yourself Road. Recovery isn’t all rainbows and sunshine, and my imaginative plane of #RecoveryHome keeps that thought alive.


Where OCD, depression, self-harm and chronic suicidality reside, is a broken down home that once saw better days. Now, it’s old, dusty, filled with creepy crawlies and not a place apt for housing life. That’s why I’m building my Recovery Home eleven blocks away. It’s a bit of a walk, I’m sure, and as it should be.


My mental health conditions paint their home in a shadow of disillusionment. They make it seem like a home worth living in, but really, they’re awful, hideous roommates. They leave their dirty dishes sprawled across the kitchen, there are several openly and blatantly obvious suicide methods lying around the home already set up and “ready to go”, there’s food decaying in various corners and the floorboards are barely held together. The air is putrid and I think the septic system is busted.


And still, they make it seem like the house is in tippy top shape.


But, in reality, it isn’t. And I just can’t stand living there any longer.


So, I’m packing my bags and moving out. I’m moving eleven blocks up the street, and I’m telling all my friends, family, supportive networks and the community that I’m heading on this journey. I refuse to be silent about my story.


I’ll be walking past Coping Lane, and stopping by the Coping Tree to collect my keys of coping strategies. It’s time for me to re-recognize that I don’t leave these keys just on the tree; rather, they come with me upon my journeys and I use them to unlock higher levels in recovery.


I’ll be visiting Life Worth Living Alley, a golden walkway which sparkles in the sunlight. I’ll spend time at the Resources Reservation Park, to guide you through your own potential pitfalls and struggles. The park features a platform from which I’ll interview our community’s resources, what they do and their role in all of our journeys. At the Community Center, I’ll ask questions to our community and receive responses to their views on stigma, advocacy and the outlets that exist within our world to promote mental health awareness.


Together, we’ll clear up misconceptions about suicidality and how to continue talking about it through the Say the Word Suicide presentations in the large, white building dedicated to all those who we have lost to and whom have struggled with suicidality. The building is a memorial and an avenue for change in our future.


Lastly, upon my journey I will take a very important, very crucial lock. This lock is metallic silver, and there is no external key for it.


This lock represents the promise I am making with you all through this article. I safety contract to returning in the spring 2017 semester to explore all of the writings and streets listed above. I safety contract to not returning to the battered home eleven blocks away; I safety contract to not acting on any of my suicidal thoughts and self-harm from my writing this article December 5th to January 23rd 2017.


The key for this lock resides within my soul. And, I don’t say my soul is the color of a sparkling rainbow with a bright white light for nothing.


Stay safe and good luck.

 My kick ass final article for this semester!! Today’s been a weird day, been sleeping a whole lot on and off, so I meant to upload this hours ago but it just wasn’t coming around *i.e. I couldn’t focus*. Background music used while writing this piece: “Hold back the river” by James Bay.

I love that I was able to use another music prompt and went on a very creative journey with it using the #RecoveryHome theme. It’s also awesome because I created more to my #RecoveryHome and the town below it and that’s going to help fuel the rest of what I do when I pick up the project day #4 again. 🙂

And of course, it’s daunting and awesome that I’ve made a whole HUGE safety contract for everyone who reads this. 🙂 You can see some elements of what I’ve learned from crisis appointments intermingled into this article. I hope you get to enjoy it as much as I’m proud of it!!! 🙂

16 thoughts on “Rebuilding Recovery Raquel | Article

  1. Pingback: My 4 Recovery Based Projects. This Post: #RecoveryHome (2016) – RecoverytoWellness

          • It did! I know I probably scared people off leaving comments because of the PTSD platitude bingo meme 😆 but I just didn’t want anyone to piss me off. I had a follower tell me I had a choice whether to be depressed or not! It’s literally got me down for about five days now, even through I’ve done all my #if depression were a choice posts in response. Grrr. Love you Raquel xxxxx How is your mental health fighting badassery going? How have you been? Xx 😘💝💝💝

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            • That’s totally understandable, I think commenters don’t (well, some of them) realize how much of a potential impact they can have with their words for those of us who have dealt with trauma or with mental health conditions. It’s a little worrisome if you think about it, how much power one individual can have over another just by their words alone.

              Ouch! I did see those pinata bursting candy posts, although I have to catch up for sure. That’s awfully rough, some people just don’t take the time to think or become educated before they introduce bullshittery into others lives.

              Love you too, Summer! ❤ xxx
              It's been pretty quiet the last couple of days, actually! I worked through a couple other crises this past week, and spent the weekend procrastinating and reading/writing shit tons of fanfiction 😀 It was a very, very good time. I also worked on a paper for one my classes and just have finals stuff to do over the next week. 😛 After that then I am free from the semester! I'm still contemplating whether or not going to my psych class today as it's optional.
              Hope that all made sense, little distracted with all the chatter going on here. XD

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              • I love that “introducing bullshittery” phrase. I might have to adopt that as one of my own!! 😂 Words are powerful. Do you ever get comments that piss you off? I wonder if it’s just me, and what I write about that makes me a target for bullshittery?! Well done on the crisis management. You smash the shit out of your OCD. I fucking admire you so much 💓💓💓 Massive cuddles 😀 Xxx

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                • Ahaha, please do ;)!

                  They are very, very powerful indeed, the little buggers!
                  I’ve managed to stay pretty much in the clear about that, for the blog at least. Of course there are things in real life that will piss me off. I think the only time that I got that iffy comment was on that post I wound up deleting with the girl who reacted badly to my writing. Other than that, I’ve been skating by.

                  It could do with popularity, maybe? Or just people who are ignorant. Have you got people who you think have been nasty towards you on purpose? Either trolls or something else.

                  Thanks! Ahaha, that makes me smile!
                  ❤ ^^ I am very flattered, pop tart. 🙂 xxxx

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