Well, today started like most days. I didn’t want to do anything, except roll over and go back to sleep. I’ve been struggling lately. My birthday is this weekend, Easter was this past Sunday. My first for both with no contact with my family. I thought I’d made it through the holiday season. This caught me off guard. I’d actually considered having my husband take me to the psych hospital. I didn’t know if I could do it. But I did!
I’m working on living. That may seem dumb, or a given, but look at my title; “Rebuilding A Life Worth Living”. So, I’m working on it.
This morning, I took a shower, got dressed (not in sweats!) I procrastinated quite a bit. I have on full make up, and pulled my hair up in a neat bun. I got in my car to run to the store for dish soap and such. Except I just kept going! I drove through a little town called Olivet, and kept headed south on the back country road. I ended up in a town called Marshall. Now, I have a hate relationship with this town. The hospital here is where I had my first in patient psych stay, NOT voluntary! Two and a half weeks in the Spring in a beautiful old town that I could only see through a window with wire reenforcements in it. When I got out, I never wanted to return. Yeah, I forgot this was the same town! So I’ve been exploring.
I started off at The American Magic Museum, hit up a couple of antique shops (always looking for tea cups that strike me), and now I’m resting at The Broadway Grille. I ordered a simple cheese burger. Not overly priced. Tasted really good. The servers are friendly and quick! I figured I’d take the time to write out this post while I eat (on my phone, mind you!) But I suppose I should pay my tab and get moving on, even though there is no pressure for me to leave. There’s one more antique shop I wanted to look through, then head back. But I still need to stop and pick up the essentials.
I’m just glad my husband didn’t get too freaked out when he asked where I was going and my response was, “Marshall, I think”