We have a water ceremony every year. We bring water from where we were over the summer, and share where our journey. We mix the water together. I wrote down what I wanted to say to make sure I wouldn’t bore folks. Here’s what I said:
I learned that we here in UU don’t have this place called Hell.
But if anything was Hell on Earth, it was the four years of relapse I had with my eating disorder.
On August 29th, Puzzle had her Psychiatric Service Dog papers signed,
And she’s legal.
That was when Hell ended. It was done with.
When I gave Puzzle her name, five-and-a-half years ago, I didn’t realize
That she was the missing Puzzle Piece.
If there’s any way I can describe it, going from “pet” to Psychiatric Service Animal,
Maybe it’s like you take on vows,
Such as the vows that a doctor or minister takes on,
My place with Puzzle in the world has forever changed,
Together, we walk on six legs. Or that’s how I like to think about it.
I got better in spite of this thing called treatment.
I hope I never grow out of wanting to change the world.
I am getting stronger, and prouder, and more confident every day.
This water comes from Heathrow Airport.
I came back to the US on Sunday and on Wednesday I got locked up against my will.
I spent sixteen days imprisoned and then left against medical advice on Friday, August 3rd.
Opening the bottle, it’s like the water isn’t even me anymore. I’m so different. I’m so thankful. Amen.