Postcards from the edge #2

Sketches from my breakdown

First group therapy session
First group therapy session

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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.

Yoga class

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.

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