This is a story about the past year…
As I searched for an image that aptly represented the last year, I realised that I would struggle to find one. Should I use a photo of fireworks over London taken from my balcony? Should I use one from one of my visits to hospital? Should I use a photo that represents something abstract: addiction, travel, work, recovery or something else? Should I use a photo that reminds me where I was a year ago versus where I am today?
I’ve selected this picture from a psych ward. The tree is supposed to be decorated with leaves which have a handwritten message from patients who have successfully recovered and left the ward. There aren’t many leaves on the tree.
I’m regularly criticised for being deliberately glum. Perhaps my negativity is a choice. Perhaps I wouldn’t be so stressed, anxious and depressed, if only I decided to be fit, healthy and happy instead. Perhaps I could also decide that I’m a millionaire too, while I’m at it.
I should be happy that I survived 2017. The odds certainly weren’t in my favour. Whether it was kidney failure, addiction or suicide that claimed my life, there was sure to be something that was going to kill me. I should be happy to have made it through another year, shouldn’t I?
What about prospects? I start 2018 with friends, living with a family, with a roof over my head, with a job. Looking at the hard numbers, things look rosy: I earn a lot and it’ll take less than a year to replenish my finances. Most people would be chuffed to bits to have the opportunities that I have.
Tonight will be my 5th night without sleeping pills and my 3rd without painkillers, having partially relapsed because the pills were helping me with stress and anxiety. I enter the New Year relatively free from drugs, medications and other substance abuse problems. Of course, I will drink. I will probably drink for the whole of 2018. I have no intention of becoming teetotal, although I do need to reduce the amount I drink.
The list of New Year’s resolutions that other people are begging to make for me is endless: join a gym, do some volunteering, eat more kale, do yoga, smile, pet a dog, kiss a baby, punch the sun etc. etc.
It might seem like I’m bloody minded – intent on being miserable – but really, I’m not. It might seem like I’m ungrateful, but again, I’m not.
2017 has been what it’s been. It’s been a hell of a ride. I’m content just to say that I’ve survived it and that I have no intention of a repeat, given the choice.
Tags: #addiction #hospital #depression
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No intention of a repeat is good news indeed. Happy new year to you Nick. Wishing you a less heavy thought laden 2018.
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2018…onwards and upwards! Hoping 2018 will bring you the happiness you deserve. You are def leaving 2017 on a high note…and hope you go back and leave a message on that tree!
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Thanks, Wing. Happy birthday!
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Happy New Year Nick, glad to hear things are improving for you and sounding positive for 2018! Catch up soon buddy.
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cheers Tim. Hope to make it down to the South West some time in in 2018. Have a great NYE
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I can feel strength in those words Nick . Good strength
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Thanks, Eddie. Happy New Year. Lots of love to you and the family
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every day still here is a victory. don’t ever forget it. ;;;;
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