Welcome to day 15 in the #AtoZChallenge. I typed yesterday’s post rather quickly, so that a typeo ended up in the post title. Sorry for that. Today’s letter is O and I have once again chosen a prompt from the 397 journal writing prompts and ideas eBook. It is “Over” and asks me to write about what time of my life I consider truly over.
Last November, I celebrated ten years since my psychiatric crisis that got me admitted to the hospital. I resolved to look to the future from then on and have a positive outlook on life. Indeed, it is unlikely that I will ever be admitted back into a psychiatric hospital even if I land in a similar crisis to the one that got me admitted in 2007. Psychiatry has changed, after all. As such, I consider my psychiatric hospital life truly over.
That being said, the memory is still too fresh to truly close the chapter. So I’ll have to look back at another time in my life that I consider truly and well over. This is my time in high school.
I graduated from high school in 2005. This is thirteen years ago this year. Though I still can’t say I never remember my high school days anymore, I do consider this time of my life really over. I mean, even if I end up in an institution again – which is possible, even if it’s unlikely -, I will never go back to high school. I graduated that, so I won’t have to.
This is also the most recent “success story” in my life. Yeah, I know, leaving a mental institution after 9 1/2 years is a greater accoplishment, but that’s not “normal” success. My parents show pride in my having graduated from high school. They don’t show pride in my living with my husband.
Because of this, my high school days also are symbolic for my obeying my parents’ wishes for me. I don’t do that now. Letting go of my high school years means letting go of the need to meet up to my parents’ expectations. They are not realistic and besides, I don’t live for my parents. I live for myself.