Postcards from the edge #2
Sketches from my breakdown
That’s me on the right. I drew this immediately after my first therapy session, in psychiatric hospital in 2018.
When it was my turn to speak, I was so overwhelmed that I burst into tears. It felt like I cried for hours. I covered my face because I was ashamed, I suppose.
Both the woman on my right and the young man on my left put a hand on me.
And I remember that felt good.
Afterwards I was exhausted but relieved.
Once a week, the hospital provided a yoga class.
My psychiatrist told me that vigorous exercise was as good as all the medication and therapy put together, so I threw myself into it.
If you are feeling depressed, anxious, or at rock bottom – talk to somebody.
If you get emotional, that’s OK. In fact, it’s probably good.
Thank you for reading.