The 8th anniversary of my first suicide attempt has passed. It makes me happy – like, another year under my belt. Even though to be honest there have been multiple attempts at taking my own life and hospitalizations since then ( I know, I know, please don’t judge). But this one, being the first and the one that changed my life, is different for me.
My mom and I went to Charleston, SC, for 2 days and had an amazing time. We were total tourists taking in the City Market, wandering the streets of the Historic District, riding the trolley, going to Waterfront Park, etc, etc.
Our hotel was great and on Sunday night we snacked on cheese and toasted bread bites. We even had cheesecake and a little sweet red wine. We put on facial masks, did foot scrubs – had our version of a mini-spa night. Then we watched a funny movie. It was perfect.
Perhaps my favorite part of the trip was our visit to the “Angel Tree,” a 400-year-old oak tree. The thing is enormous and breathtaking and reminded me that life goes on. Imagine all the storms that tree has weathered, how many broken branches – and yet, it grows. It is an analogy for my own life. I have been through storms, I have been broken, but yet, I grow.
Eight years ago today I was in a psych hospital.
Still, I grow.