2 Hours Of Work After 10,957 Hours On Sick Leave (15 Months)

I checked the small cracked mirror in my car to tidy my hair around my face before I left the comfort of my car.  The car I would soon sell on to pay for my travelling.  I stroked the steering wheel fondly before departing. I crossed the pavement to the front of the shop. The charity shop. The shop that I would learn to work again in.  The place that would become my gym… building me back up to fight the normal world again. _52632275_jex_1040640_de27-1

Plan:

Work a 2 hour shift a week and not get tired

Work two 2 hour shifts a week and not get tired 

Work a 4 hour shift a week and not get tired 

Work two 4 hour shifts a week and not get tired

Best outcome: look for a part-time job within a  month
Worst outcome: I get sicker again, I go back in to my sick-bed state of hibernation.

I have to PACE MYSELF! The words of my therapist echoed in my ear.

I could do this.

I could totally do this.

I was nervous I can’t lie about that.  But I was also excited. I knew that I could do it. And I did.  I managed those two hours just about okay, so what if I had to come home and nap for a couple of hours. I have also been fighting a kidney infection, been on my period, and had 4 days straight of looking after a puppy – so no wonder I am tired.

I need this to work. I want to be well enough to go travelling – the sooner I get away from the surroundings that only remind me of my aliments the better. My travel plans are my escape route from my mentally ill riddled brain. What a nice thing to be able to escape. Or at least be able to breathe with. Where I am it is too compressing to be this sick.

I feel like I understand my sickness now more than I ever have done. I am no longer lost (well as lost). Those urges that scared the hell out of me have been fading away, the pop up, just like an annoying advert that should have stopped airing months ago! Now when they decided to say howdy-do, I can manage it better. The darker days are lessening. Feel like after that line I should say something Lord of the Rings ish such as; the darker days are lessening, soon it will be time for the days of the light to take full reign again. Don’t worry – I do not think for one second that all my woes will evaporate when I jet off to the other side of the world in November.

But for now, I will carry on at the charity shop.  Carrying on my newly paved path to recovery and rebuild. Here’s hoping, touch wood, cross my chest, send a pray etc etc. You get my drift :)