I was talking with a friend yesterday when suddenly I realized I was back. Back in my right mind.
It’s such an odd feeling, sort of like taking off panty hose. There can be lots of false starts to getting that waistband unrolled, but eventually the freedom and relief become real. And looking at that stretched-out puddle of spandex on the floor, it seems completely alien and counter to anything a person might actually wear.
I looked at my rants with my therapist and the thoughts that tortured me over the past couple of weeks as a weird jumble of hosiery that couldn’t possibly fit me. But, there was no denying my butt-print there. So I found a certain amount of tenderness in washing them out in the sink.
I’ll have to play dress-up again, become someone squeezed out of right mind. And whether I want to or not, the sausage casing will find its way back on me. Better to take care of the over-extended fabric. Better to treat all those delusions and frantic scramblings for relief with a little Woolite and warm water. And forgiveness.
There’s a reason they’re called delicates.
Jan 03, 2014 @ 08:12:20
Aw, that’s a wonderful analogy, Sandy! I’m glad things are on the upswing!
Jan 03, 2014 @ 12:59:10
Thanks for helping me through this one, Lori.
Jan 03, 2014 @ 08:28:50
Ah, a potentially classic case of butt-print denial. I’m sure they’ll be adding that to the DSM-6. Be kind to yourself. Forgiveness is a critical palliative to recovering one’s self.
Jan 03, 2014 @ 12:58:55
True and true.
Jan 03, 2014 @ 11:19:24
I just love this. Love it. For so many reasons.
xoxo
Monica
Jan 03, 2014 @ 12:58:32
Thanks, Monica.
Jan 03, 2014 @ 12:43:25
Welcome back. Here’s hoping this state lasts a long, long time.
Jan 03, 2014 @ 12:58:19
Thanks, Peg. It’s good to be home.
Jan 06, 2014 @ 09:19:19
Your writing is so amazing! I am glad things are going well!
Jan 06, 2014 @ 09:37:11
Hi, Nancy!