Getting Brave

Tonight I got out of my house — something I rarely do on Mondays, but as I said, I’ve been feeling better.  I got on my bicycle.  OK, so I only rode it downhill, loaded it on the bus’ bike rack, and went downtown.  But I was planning on staying out later than the bus could get me home, and as unskilled as my legs are, a bike would be better than walking (at least downhill).

I went to a meeting of Asheville Radical Mental Health Collective, a group I helped found several years ago… but had not been to for at least 2 years, probably longer.  I have had some problems holding onto my energy at meetings if one particular person was there.  I thought I might be strong enough to handle it anyhow.

I got there early (6:30).  A couple of people came in shortly after, both their first time.  Eventually there were 6 people, one of whom claimed to have met me before.  All my friends, and that one person, were not in attendance.  About 8:00 someone I actually knew came in.  We had a good time, as always I was afraid I was monopolizing things but it seemed that what I knew and what I am was needed.  After the meeting, the last person to come in offered me a ride home, he had a pickup truck so I could just throw my bike in the back.

So I took care of myself, took a couple risks, and everything worked out in the end.  I did talk to three of my old ARMHC friends on the phone — two before the meeting, one after I got home.

Yay me!  Maybe I’ll try again next week.

I don’t have anything on my schedule except for Thursday, so I might take some time and get outside tomorrow and Wednesday — although Thursday is also likely to be payday which means the stress of paying bills.  I had a major good thing happen with my parents the other day, but best to keep that to ourselves, just letting you know that good things are happening.


Comment (1)

  1. Broom_Service

    Yay you!!! I’m so glad that good things are happening. I hope they continue to happen for you always.


Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.