I rarely if ever turn the pages of an actual book these days, since I can’t read print and Braille books are just too clunky to have around. Turning pages, for this reason, is mostly just a figure of speech: I can turn the page on a memory, turn pages in the book that is my life, etc.
Sixteen years ago today, I experienced a turning point in my life, as on that day, my fragile mental state completely collapsed. The night after, at roughly 2AM on November 3, 2007, I was admitted to the psychiatric hospital.
Since then, my life consists of a “before”, in which I appeared to more or less function in life according to non-disabled standards (but was really merely surviving), and an “after”, in which I appear to have given in to the disabled side of me (but am slowly learning to live). I struggle to unite the two.
This post was written for this week’s Six Sentence Story Link-Up, for which the prompt word is “turn”.
Your doing a terrific job Astrid, you don’t give yourself enough credit, you are achieving so much more than whenI first knew you all those years ago!
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Aw thank you so much, that means a lot. I so often tend to measure my success in life or lack thereof by how much I cost the care system, which currently is a lot more than back when I was first hospitalized.
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Don’t give up.
You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, smarter than you think and loved more than you know.
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Thank you. No, I wonβt give up indeed, but sometimes I feel like I am one giant spoiled brat by accepting my disabilities.
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Blessings to you.
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Thanks so much.
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Thank you for sharing this powerful personal journey you are on.
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Thanks for your kind comment.
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