This is my second week of daily TMS treatments and I know that’s all I seem to talk about but that’s because it’s sort of eating up my life, but in a so far totally worthwhile way.
Today I finished this embroidery pattern, which seemed fitting because I was stabbing someone in the head with a needle while being stabbed in the head with magnets.
Then I started a new one but paused to take a panoramic picture of myself in treatment so you can see how it looks.
And then I went outside and this happened:
I just finished my 9th TMS treatment and this happened in the psych unit parking lot. My depression looks like numbness. Uncomfortable numbness. If yours does too then you’ll understand this. If yours doesn’t you’ll think I’m even crazier than before. Also, if I knew I was going to tape myself I would have showered and worn makeup but whatever…sometimes raw is good.
I don’t know if this is working or it’s a coincidence. I don’t know if it will keep working if it’s working now. But I know that mental illness is real and that we’re worth the process of looking for a cure. Today was a needed reminder of that.