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How this little fella is healing my mental health.
We all have a happy place — a place where we feel safe. Whether it be real or a realm that only exists in our mind. It’s different for each of us. Some conjure images of Colorado cottages with friendly deer, and some imagine Bermuda beaches at sunset. Others are simpler and think of an iced tea in their hand as they lounge on their porch or maybe a nice, long hug after a strenuous day.
My happy place is the shower.
Everything about it soothes me: the whooshing sound, the smell of the soap, the steaming hot water that washes away my impurities.
To me, showering is more than cleaning off dirt — it’s a transformation. When I step into the water, it’s as if my worries are washed away, and I become a new woman.
It’s a factory reset.
A Sudden Shift in My Happy Place
As someone with mental illness, I use the shower as a coping mechanism.
On my worst days, I would take three to four showers a day to stay sane. Upon a little research, I discovered that these showers help because hot water causes our body to release “happy chemicals” that reset my nervous system and give me a momentary break from stress.
Not too long ago, things changed, and showers suddenly became less enjoyable.
Instead of focusing on relaxation, my mind fixated on little problems. I’d obsess about work or awkward social interactions from the day. I’d dread how difficult it was to wash my hair, grumble that I don’t have the funds for a decent haircut, wonder how long it’d been since the last time I scrubbed the tub, etc.
The shower was no longer my happy place. It was silly, but it devastated me. My one healthy coping mechanism was gone. It was my only true escape — what was I supposed to do without it?
Along Came the Dinosaur
Then, the other day, I came across a light-up dinosaur at the grocery store. It’s one of those that you squeeze, and it changes colors.
JaiHind.. 🇮🇳.. JaiBharat..
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