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.