“Cool ring,” she said, catching me completely off-guard.
I managed to mumble a thank you once I realized it wasn’t my plain gold band about which she was talking.
On my left hand, I wear a silver butterfly ring. It’s a symbol of how far I have come. I know in my heart I’m recovered. But it’s nice to have a symbol.
I also have an African Violet plant in my kitchen given to me by my brother and sister in law on the Mother’s Day shortly before my hospitalization. Back then I did not really want to take care of it, much like I did not want to take care of myself, my family, anything. But now? Now we are all thriving and it is too. I recently replanted it, actually. The thing is monstrous!
Much like holidays have their own symbolism, each one of us may have a symbol we have come to associate with recovery or our journey toward wellness.
What’s yours? What are you holding on to when nothing else seems to help? Is there a story behind it? Share it with us.