Day #9 🧲 The worst place in the world

When feeling bad, I often catch myself thinking about worst things that happened in my life. Everything feels so intense when happening but memories are the thing that comes with the verdict.

For me the worst place with the most intensive unpleasant memory was the MRI. I had to lay down, don’t move for almost an hour in a very flat position that made my back hurt, breathe according to the technician’s instructions. The worst part was the noise. Very very noisy, somewhat rhythmic but not quite stable and predictable. I was there, just me and my thoughts that became more unpleasant the longer I was there.

When they pulled me out, I was crying and feeling so exhausted I even couldn’t go to dress myself (and I am crying now as I am writing about this memory).

When feeling bad, those memories actually help me. At first I have a reason to cry. Then I realize what did I overcome. I did survive.

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