There’s a quote I love, which says:
You can’t fall if you don’t climb but there’s no joy in living your whole life on the ground.
I’ve not been very good at blogging over the last couple of weeks. Life has been busy… to say the least. I’ve packed up my things and moved back to York and begun to settle in again (before coming back to Suffolk for the weekend too!).
As I unpacked my things and settled into my new room, I spent a lot of time contemplating moving back to the beautiful City that is York. York has been a place where I’ve worked hard, met new friends for life, made memories and also been very unwell. It’s weird being back after a few months in lazy Suffolk; it’s the same but really different. The City is lively and interesting but filled with memories and potential triggers of being there whilst I’ve been poorly. The thing about recovery is that it’s just not realistic to cocoon yourself in a protective bubble where you’ll never be triggered by anything again; I think there’s always going to be things that act as reminders but the trick is to work out ways to manage them and try and work on making new memories and associations.
This year, I will be practicing climbing up the tree and testing out living in a recovery focused way. It’s not going to be easy, especially when Uni with all of it’s pressures restarts, but I’m going to give it my best shot. The photos are of my first week of memory making, exploring North Yorkshire.