Healing in Movement

Where there is movement there is healing… 

I remember in my lowest moments when I was living at home with my family, not wanting to do anything, barely able to string enough words together to form a real sentence, not even feeling like a real person- just an empty body, I would hear a knock at my bedroom door. 

The effort of uttering “come in” was almost enough to steal any leftover energy from the day, I just wanted to go to sleep to escape this exhaustion. But, the door would open and there my mum would be, geared up- shoes on, dog leashes in hand, and an attitude that wasn’t going to take no for an answer. 

 “Lets go kid, we’re going for a walk”

I hated it. Thought to myself, does she not understand how tired I am, how destroyed I feel? It's a stupid 15 minute walk that I can barely keep my empty shell body from collapsing through. 

But, she knew. 

She knew in movement there is healing. Every step I took on those annoying little low effort, minimal conversation walks was not only a 15 minute breath of fresh air but a literal step in the right direction (sorry to be so corny). 

 Leaving my room, my house, remembering a world outside the one in my head, that’s where I began building the strength to take my health into my own control, my own decision making, and confidently asking for better. 

Those dreaded 15 minute walks are no more. Instead its a 30 minute drive, I burst into my family's home, and I insist we go for that walk because I haven’t forgotten how it helped me heal.