A Tribute to Bones

If you know me well at all, you know that I love the TV show Bones. I found it this past spring and watched it pretty much as quickly as possible. That's 5 seasons, watched in about a month. I loved it. I watched it during one of my darkest periods of depression, a time when I began to think that the OCD was going to be my lifelong companion. I pretty much gave up, except for some little spark that wouldn't go out.

Well, now, that spark has grown a lot and I'm on this journey of fighting back against the OCD. We've recovered so much of my life. I've opened doors, I've set my phone on a table at restaurants. When we're eating out, I no longer guard my arms as though they will burn if they hit the table. I'm in a much different place than just a handful of months ago, and yet, Bones still has an important role. Each time we start one of these new challenges, I pick the reward that I'm working for. Getting the seasons of Bones has been quite motivational. I'm re-watching and completely drawn back in. As a testament to just how much I want to get the next season, season 4, today I asked my husband if we could start a new challenge that I wasn't really sure I was ready for. But man, I want those dvd's. So, I've begun the challenge of shaking people's hands and not hand sanitizing afterwards. It's a big one. But I think it'll be worth it.

This might not all seem like a big deal, it is after all just a TV show. But to me, it's something that has kept me company when there wasn't much light and which has helped me keep moving forward. Thanks, Bones!