My ex-husband put himself through nursing school by working as an orderly at a hospital. He worked the psych unit and the ER as an orderly and did over 30 years as an ER nurse. He saw a lot of psych patients over that time.
His expertise helped me once, when I had a bad “trip” after smoking what I thought was a harmless joint of weed. We were watching the Star Trek movie, “The Search for Spock” and the scene came on where Spock’s coffin was in the jungle/tall grass? I lost touch with reality at that point and started freaking out. He calmly led me to the bathroom and had me start brushing my teeth, which worked miraculously in bringing me back. He said that a person having mental distress should turn to one of their ordinary Acts of Daily Living (ADLs) which is very grounding.
It’s been awhile since thinking about that. It was spurred when I started washing the dishes and saw 2 of my favorite 3 coffee mugs in the dishwater. It struck me that years ago, I would have had one and only one favorite mug, and that if anything would have happened to the mug it would have caused some level of distress or discomfort. These days I have 3 favorite mugs. If one gets dropped, lost, chipped, or otherwise put out of commission, it’s no big deal.
I started thinking about my ex and one of the mantras they used to use with the psych patients in the psych unit he worked in: “Every day, in every way, I’m getting better and better.” Based on the coffee cup situation, I say I’m getting better.