I Took a Shower
“Please take a shower when you get home” my therapist said Monday. I have been taking sponge baths. Enough so I know my areas and I don’t stink. I have made sure the dirt was wiped away. I was ok with that. The truth and the matter was, it’s all I could do. Mental health has taken such a toll on me, I didn’t even want to take a sponge bath. Now, my therapist wants me to stand in a shower. Yesterday I finally gathered up enough spoons to do just that. I gathered my clean clothes and headed to the bathroom. I got my shower gel that I wanted and prepared for my shower. I just stood there looking at the shower. Not being able to move. I don’t know how long it was before I had talked myself into actually moving and getting in the shower. Turning on the water and letting it hit my skin. The moment it did, I began to cry. I was lost in a world I didn’t recognize. A world where depression, anxiety, and fear took over me. Standing there was so much effo...