Occupational Therapy

Two years ago, I spent time in the Behavioral Health Unit at Swedish Hospital Ballard. I’d had my second manic episode, and I was brought there to stabilize and heal. My favorite part of the day happened at about 10:30 — occupational therapy.

I don’t know what your impression of what a session of that might look like, but I was surprised and delighted to discover it was arts & crafts! I was able to focus in out of the haze of the rest of my days and apply myself to something productive and beautiful. I made a friendship bracelet that I sent to a friend in Michigan, and I exchanged acrylic paintings with another artist.

One day, our wise and fearless leader made the kindest request: would I fold paper cranes with the other patients in our unit? It was a moment of joy that felt real and surreal at the same time, with my wires half-crossed and my thoughts deadened by my morning dose of medicine.

I’m currently sharing two pieces inspired by my experiences and my current mental health goals. Both pieces have 50% of profits going toward the Buckminster Fuller Institute, whose namesake’s work brought me great peace during my hospitalization.

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1 thought on “Occupational Therapy

  1. Good morning, Honey.
    I just wanted to say I love you and good luck with everything you do. I love talking with you and reading your written word. be it a newspaper article, a story, your opinion or a casual conversational text.
    You are a very creative, caring woman and it is reflected in all that you do.
    I’m very proud of the efforts you have made and the efforts you are making to heal.
    Love you always,
    Mom

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