Never say never

So this blog nearly didn't happen. Too much training (other people and myself). Too much life. Too much stuff.

But, when I was swimming today my mind finally got to wander and this is what I thought.

Some twenty years ago when my daughter was born I fell into a pretty horrendous depression. Drugs, psych ward, the whole lot. I remember once, right at the beginning being at a baby health clinic when the nurse got a call from a friend. Did she want to go for an evening swim that night? It was February. It was warm. It was daylight saving. A swim sounded lovely.

And I remember thinking 'My life has changed. How can I ever swim again. I'll never swim again.' The whole swimming thing seemed impossible.

And yet, this evening, there I was, on a warm February daylight savings type of evening. Swimming. And who knows, maybe, earlier that day, I'd got a call about the swimming and maybe someone had overheard me and thought they'd never go swimming again.

I wonder if I'd known that twenty years ago if it would have made any difference.