Buckland Beacon 9.7.19
I was struggling with my depression and every day I was worried that I would lose the fight. While I picked my way through the dark times that had led me to that point (with professional support) I had the boys as a shining light to guide me back through the darkness. Mindfulness was something that wouldn’t work for me, but the Moors were a place that I could go and feel Small.
If the problems weren’t big then I could get past them.
November came, with my birthday, and I reached the lowest point ever. The boys weren’t enough… I just wanted to sleep, to give up. My GP told me to go to the moor, just for a short walk, knowing it would do me good as it was one of my coping strategies. I vaguely remember arriving at Buckland beacon and sitting down on top for a rest and to take it all in, maybe do a little self tie, which often proved helpful.
I don’t remember how I got home, or into bed, but had I not had some rope belonging to a friend in my bag I wouldn’t have made it down safely. How could I ruin her relationship with rope? I shall be forever grateful to her for being relaxed about me returning those hanks of blood red jute-y goodness late.
As you will probably have gathered from my tor bagging adventures I spend a lot of time on the moors, but I had been actively avoiding this spot. That isn’t a hard task when you think how much space there is to roam free. On monday I was brave and ran up there, bagging another tor, well, more specifically a point of interest, for the collection.
It doesn’t quite fit with where I have got to in my story, but I wanted to share this now as I was so proud of my achievement, but also I want to inspire hope. Darkness is so very difficult, but it can be overcome.
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Thank you, I really appreciate this post just now. I'm on a steep learning curve in relation to these matters ATM and it is both frightening to see how far down someone can go and heartening to see such a positive turnaround.
And the moors are stunning...
Boobs look great too - lol!
Indie xx
I always think that if my experiences can help just one person then they have served a purpose.
The moors are stunning, but there are little pockets of calm to be found wherever we go.
Good luck with your learning curve. Always happy to talk on email if you like, just drop me a hello on the contact form xx
Thank Heaven, you triumphed over your disease. You contribute so much by your posts,
Thank you. ?
Life is challenging and being an adult is relentless. Sadly there is no magic wand for wellbeing but hard work and baby steps are the way to do it.
It's great how far you've come.
I sometimes have to remind myself about the journey I have followed
So glad that you have put the darkness behind you. And I love the boobs.
I can't say it is gone forever, but at the moment I'm enjoying the sunshine.
I’m so happy you shook the darkness off. I don’t really have a happy place, but a happy zone when I’m running. Keep it, hold it, and reinforce it!
I would be foolish to think the darkness will never return but my resilience is increasing. The running keeps those stores well stocked!