As the copy edits come to a close (itβs now at final proofing!), and Breaking Waves is hurtling ever closer towards actual publication, I am sharing an exclusive excerpt from each of the 10 chapters between now and September, when it will become available for pre-order.
I have previously shared excerpts from Chapter 1: The Shape of Water, Chapter 2: The Taste of an Iceberg, Chapter 3: Drowning and Chapter 4: The First Breath. Today I would like to introduce you to Chapter 5: The Body Keeps the Score.
This is for you ππ
Chapter 5: The Body Keeps the Score
It feels strangely prescient that this chapter is the one Iβm sharing this week, as I recover from another health flare. Also this has been a week where Iβve connected with several people with chronic illness in a new way, having been very open about my own experiences in my interview with
for her Ladyβs Illness Library. In my book, I talk about how my mental health fractured after the death of my brother, and how it was my body that eventually gave in, allowing me to finally pause and try to repair my mind.I chose this excerpt because it makes me feel hopeful. It reminds me that although, like so many of us, I do sometimes carry the heavy weight of depression, I have found ways to make it lighter. It reminds me that my body is my early warning system, and how I am so grateful when it allows me to take to the water to ease my soul. The difficult times always pass.
Oh, and I love elephants, so having one as a companion every now and then isnβt all badβ¦
I hope you enjoy it, Iβd love to hear your thoughts π«Ά
βThe anecdotal evidence on the benefits of wild swimming on mental (and physical) health is overwhelming. It is not just the physiological responses that happen in the water, whether cold or not, it is so much more. It is the overcoming of fear, the personal challenge, the power of just showing up, the feeling of achieving the impossible, being part of a community, connecting with nature and a brief liberation from the noise that so many of us struggle to drown out. Women have described it to me as βutterly transformativeβ and βdeliciously beautifulβ, telling how the water takes away their pain, saves their sanity, and time and time again, that it is their βreset buttonβ. It can clear the mind, wash away feelings of numbness, aid relaxation and even improve sleep. These are all things that I have experienced, time and again, and have had countless other women share the same. There is no science that can dismiss that. One lady I spoke to told how her daily swim is her grief therapy after the loss of her sister. I am so heartened that she has this outlet, and only wish I had discovered the open water five years earlier. If you invented a pharmaceutical drug that listed these benefits, there would quite possibly be a mental health revolution
When depression sneaks up on me, and I feel the presence of the elephant on my chest crushing my soul, immobilising me, I try my best to breathe through it, to treat the feeling with care and respect and knowing, and I do what I have to do. When Iβm unwell, my family make me tea and wrap me up in blankets like a sad sushi roll. If Iβm able, I take the weight of the elephant with me and I head down to the sea or the lake. While there is much joy and companionship at the lake, there is also a tacit understanding that often people need to have a solitary experience. No one takes offence when I say Iβm not feeling great, or I donβt want to talk. I feel innately understood. I can stand there with the weight on me feeling utterly insurmountable, the vestiges of grief thickening my tongue so as to render it inoperable. Sometimes that means I canβt get in the water at all, but thatβs okay. Sometimes I can. When I can, I again feel held by it, and something lifts. It doesnβt disappear, but the grip on my soul is loosened, and my heart beats more freely. The shore going into the lake is sandy and has a gentle slope, so itβs possible to make the decision one step at a time. It doesnβt have to be a plunge, or a βsink or swimβ experience, it can just be a walk, with the water around my feet and legs, breathing the air, hearing the birds and feeling the whispers of the trees. It is forgiving and kind, and that is what makes it so special. Sometimes in the water the elephant peels herself away from me altogether and swims away, smiling back at me, hosing me with water like a fond farewell, until next time. Sometimes she just shrinks a little, then comes back and nestles on my chest for a while more, but she is smaller and doesnβt weigh quite so much. I am able to carry her.β
Chapter 6 excerpt next weekβ¦if you like this please do share! It means the world π
As always,
Love & lemons ππ
Em xx
This is so beautiful. I feel like Iβm walking down that sandy beach with you, feeling the burden shift. I adore how the elephants squirts at you playfully!
I canβt open water swim now, due to a heart condition, although I did it for many years. However, when I walk down the long, curving path to the bottom of my garden, even if itβs just to put rubbish in the bin, something lifts, especially as I go under the rose pergola. Doorways, arches, etc work for me, because they suggest transition, opening, new experiences. I feel the same when I cross water. The witches canβt cross water!
So beautiful π€©