It is officially that time again – Comfort Drive season. I’m excited. The Comfort Drive is a drive to collect needed comfort items for inpatients at Sharp Mesa Vista Hospital. Mesa Vista is a local psychiatric hospital I have spent much time at that has many times saved my life. Often patients end up there from an emergency room or unexpected route and are without the many comforts of home. Simple things like a hairbrush, outfit or art supplies can not only make someone’s day but change their outlook on the hospital stay and their life. After all, many of us are there because we want to die, have tried to kill ourselves, or have come close.
I wasn’t sure what would come of the drive last year. I just put the flyer out and prayed. The support was amazing. I delivered 27 boxes and 6 bags of clothes, shoes, hygeine products, art supplies and random fun stuff. The stories that came back were striking. One in particular sticks with me. A teenaged boy came in with very big feet and shoes with holes in the bottom. His parents wouldn’t buy him new shoes and he couldn’t afford them. Staff said he had literally walked through his shoes. Someone found just his giant-sized shoes in the drive boxes. They said he cried when he got them. It takes a lot to make a teenaged boy cry. The stories kept coming in.
When I’m a patient I try to bring everything I’ll need and I usually end up giving to others who didn’t have the option to pack. Comfort is so overlooked. I can change a life with a chapstick or a shirt I no longer want. I can bring somebody hope.
I created this project last year and the response was overwhelming. I’m hoping this year it will be also. The drive runs through the end of August this year and the flyer, with a list of items to give, can be found here http://www.dbsasandiego.org/resources/Comfort-Drive-2013.pdf. Please give if you can or share the event with your friends (Facebook event https://www.facebook.com/events/295755200568357/) Put a flyer up at the office or church. Get together with friends and hit the dollar store. You could even make teams and see who can gather the most comfort.
I am on the hunt for donations year-round so don’t worry if you can’t help out now. Keep me in mind and send things my way! Thank you SO much for your help. You can’t imagine what it means.
So, I frequently donate my possessions to my favorite unit atSharp Mesa Vista Hospital – clothes, journals, art supplies, etc. I get rid of stuff I don’t need and feel really good doing it. This week I had the idea to have a Comfort Drive and ask my family & friends and whomever else to join me in making a hospital stay easier on the patients there.
It’s called the Give Back Comfort Drive and all the details and what you can give can be found on the flyerhere.
Sharp Mesa Vista is a local psychiatric hospital near and dear to my heart. I have spent much time there. I owe my life to them and I want to give back. Often patients arrive without clothes or other comforts of home. Simple things like an outfit, a hairbrush, or shampoo and conditioner can help them feel loved and feel like themselves again. Even a pair of underwear that fits can make someone’s day.
So, go through your closet, hit the store, or ask a friend. Let’s make it happen!
“I just wanted to say that I love your writing. I admire the imagery and honesty in what you write and it is something that I aspire to do in my own writing. I just find it comforting that I can read such an honest take on a day to day life and still feel like I am reading a novel or fictional narrative. Thank you for making me think about my own life when I read about yours. Never ever stop writing, else I shall have one less comforting element to appreciate.”
I haven’t written much or shared my writing in a LONG time and this week it just started pouring out. It’s like pressured speech only in thoughts and they don’t come out my mouth.
People tell me I write like a story. It’s just what I hear. And what I hear corrects itself if it doesn’t sound right. Different moods have a separate cadence and on days like today they just flow. It’s like a rainstorm from a clear sky. As I get more out there everything rhymes and be comes poetry. And then it just stops. Close the book and wait.
I used to write letters. Everything has a story. I listen. Just listen. You might hear writing too.
When I write, it’s like having someone to talk to. Someone who doesn’t talk back or argue, who doesn’t judge, who just listens and nods. I have a therapist and a few friends to talk to now but I didn’t used to, and I would write. And write and write and write. Letters to people who never wrote back. And as painful as it was that they never wrote back, it allowed me to just be free. I still write as if I’m talking to them. As if someone kind is intently listening. When I am angry they are angry too and when I am sad they comfort me. All in my head, and on the page.
For a long time I couldn’t really communicate in spoken word. Not that I couldn’t talk. I was just terrified to share my feelings and to speak honestly. And for good cause. I couldn’t even read my writing to the people I wrote to. I was too ashamed. Thankfully, Cog cured me of that. It’s still hard to read my writing to people or to just come out and say what I’m thinking. But I’m getting pretty good at it. I listen to my thoughts and I hear my writing. The rest is what you see. Thanks for reading.