Today is 15 years since I went to Utah. It is always a rough day for me. Lots of anxiety. Lots of racing thoughts, yet feeling paralyzed to do anything other than exist.
Yes. 15 years is a long time. I have learned with the help of my doctors, that what happened, while ultimately leading me to get better, was very traumatic.
The night going into the 13th, I have nightmares and can't sleep well. The day of, doing anything of importance is not possible.
Sending me to Utah had to be one of the hardest decisions of my parents lives, and I am grateful that they did. Without it I don't know where I'd be. I don't know that I would be strong enough to do that. But I can't imagine watching my child destroy themselves and being totally helpless to stop it.
I'll never forget that night. Remembering it is like looking back in slow motion. I can remember the snow on the ground. My brother had taken the dog for a walk- he didn't want to be there for that. My school work on the floor. My book. A note my mom wrote me. I refused to say goodbye to my parents- I was angry. So angry. So hurt. So scared. I had no idea what to expect how to navigate this.
15 years may have passed but thinking about that time I am right back there. Scared, overwhelmed, (a little angry), hurt, terrified, other feelings that I can't even name now.
15 years. It seems like it was yesterday.
Utah was hard for a lot of reasons. But I learned so much there, more than about how to function as a person, I learned how much I love the mountains. How beautiful they are. You know how some people feel totally relaxed at the beach, I feel that way about the mountains. I love rock climbing and being out in them feeling the air and wind. I don't think I would have had the chance to learn that without Utah.