Hello everybody! Happy Friday! I don’t know about you, but I am so glad that it is the weekend. It is a beautiful day, and I am feeling good. Much better than last night, where I had a major anxiety attack and just spent most of the evening crying and freaking out. But, we all have moments like that, and it always passes so that is a good thing. Today, I woke up feeling refreshed ready to take on the day.
Today I want to talk a little bit about a journey that I’ve taken. Now, I have gone on many adventures, vacations, and taken plenty of trips. This trip, however, is one that holds dear to my heart, because it was on this journey that I really began to find myself and heal from all of my inner demons. In fall of 2014, I was in a very rough place. My mom and I spent weeks researching places for me to go that would help me deal with my eating disorder, anxiety, and OCD. Finally, after much searching, my mother found a place in AZ that she really felt like could be the place to help me. So, reluctantly, I packed my bags and flew there with my mom, across the country, where I would stay for God knows how long by myself. The first step of this journey was hard. When I arrived there, I immediately wanted to go home. I didn’t want my mom to leave me there. I was scared. I felt alone. Everyone seemed very nice, but that wasn’t enough for making me want to stay. I hugged my mom and clung to her side. I started to cry saying “I don’t want to stay here.” My mom begged me to give it a chance. “This place might really be able to help you Claire. Please just try.” So I did. Turns out, trying was the best decision I could have ever made. I did a lot and learned a lot on my journey. I met some of the most caring, wonderful people that I would ever meet. I formed great connections and relationships. I worked with a fabulous therapist. I loved my room mate. Now, it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine. It was HARD. Probably the hardest thing I have ever done, but so worth it. That initial anxiety and dread that I experienced when I first arrived didn’t stay. It did not take me long to realize that this was a safe place, and come the end of my stay, that initial fear and anxiety returned. This time, instead of the fear being of the facility, the fear was of leaving the facility. This treatment place became my home away from home, a place where I felt safe, supported, and cared for. It was hard work, but I am so glad for this journey and that I pushed through those initial feelings upon arriving.
Below are some pictures from my experience that I captured with captions…
Tell Me: What was your best journey that you went on? What were your initial feelings when you started on your journey? I would love to hear from you!