The Devil makes work for idle hands is a saying that sounds like it should be spewed from Carrie’s mother’s mouth or other such horror films of the period. Take away the Devil malarkey and it works similarly for mind illnesses.
The reason that I point this out is that due to cocooning myself with the four walls of my house for nearly three years, in some flimsy brained attempt to close myself off from the world, I am stir crazy. I go to the shops and appear normal, but that isn’t going out and interacting. That’s plasticity.
So, to throw myself into running a class was a massive step and then to have fourteen days to do homework and prepare for the next session was long enough for my Devil to snatch at my hands.
Lauren, Elaine -the big boss- and I did cram a meeting in to discuss future plans and the possibility of being paid one day, but in between that it was a long time to have the negatives whispered into my ears during the long nights.
I needed to thing proactively…