TW: contains mild references to self-harm.
Following on from my previous post, Taken For a Ride, I spent this morning in A&E receiving treatment for yet more self-inflicted wounds. As a result, I was a bit unsure about attending my Art Therapy class (see also idrawtoforget.wordpress.com) this afternoon. However, upon facing the afternoon stretching out before me, with no idea where to put myself, I decided it would do no harm to go along, knowing I could leave at any time should I feel the need.
When I arrived, a little late, I found only another two people (plus the tutor) in the classroom. To my surprise, I found my feet quite quickly, felt a little more confident in my work and chatted quite freely with both the tutor and the other students. I stayed for the whole class. I felt safe and less alone. I like being with people who face similar challenges to my own. The low attendance certainly works in my favour. In summary, I’m glad I made the effort to go.
Now, back home, reality has hit once again. I get little peace from my own mind, intrusive thoughts torment me, and I look forward to bedtime but not to waking up tomorrow morning.