Tonight I finally took A SHOWER. After 46 days of towels and embarrassment.
I took a shower, hot, scented soap, shampoo, perfume, cleansing. Now I’m ecstatic. I hope this is the beginning of a return to normality. I’ve had other moments like this, so I don’t want to delude myself, I just want to enjoy the moment, the feeling of cleanliness, the softness of the moisturiser, the lightness of my hair. My whole body breathes.
No one should go so long without a shower. I think of those with mental health issues (like me) or those who, for health reasons, must wash themselves slowly, one piece at a time, and it breaks my heart. I think of the homeless. I think of those in Gaza or anywhere there’s war… where not being able to wash is the least of their problems… but it really shouldn’t be this way.
We should all love each other – or at least not hate each other – live with respect, experience peace, the bliss of the truly important things, which are often small and don’t cost a fortune, but should never be taken for granted.
Taking a shower and being able to wash yourself with hot water is a wonderful thing.
Thank you, Universe, and psychologist, and psychiatrist, and water and soaps and perfumes!
OCD waves 