two years ago, I was terrified of going outside my own house as a side effect of PTSD. I was basically agoraphobic unless someone was with me. I had intensive therapy (thankyou nhs), and I'm still on medication. a year ago, I could just about manage my "safe" places, being namely my local town centre, sophie's school, and my mum's house. but I could not have done a journey that I'd never done before on my own. especially involving the underground. and a six year old. and a suitcase.
Guess what I did this week?! ADVENTURE!!!
I did that.
ok, I wasn't totally alone. I had my daughter with me, and my cousin came to show us get to aunty's house from the station (and came back to the station with us the next day because he's just awesome), but I managed to get from Basildon in Essex, across london and to Nottingham in the east midlands, and back again. And for me, that's EPIC.
2. I stayed pretty much on plan, I did veer a little being as it was a mini holiday and all... BUT I made sensible choices, even about my minor syn over-spend lol. AND I've done one hell of a lot of exercise by default hahaha. I was even able to put a positive spin on the fact that the suitcase broke on the way home. the dragging handle wouldn't deploy, so I had to carry it instead lol. woo! more work on my bingo wings hahaha!
3. there doesn't need to be a number 3. did you read number 1 and 2? that's worth everything.
