Sunday 17 May 2015

Rachel's Dive into Recovery

I woke up screaming again. The same dream, haunting me nightly. But they were not just dreams, it really happened. I almost drowned while training. And it was completely my own fault.

Will slept on; Glad that I hadn't woken him this time I tiptoed downstairs to get a glass of water. Looking out at our pool, untouched now for two years, anger surged through me. Why couldn't I get over this?

I opened the doors to the pool room, breathing in the familiar smell of Chlorine. And looked up at the stars through the glass roof. “Is there anyone up there?" I asked. "Please help me."

I pulled off my nightie and before I could think too much I dived into the deep end of the pool. Heart beating at double time, I rose to the surface, carefully holding my breath. Treading water, I kept repeating, "I’m okay, I'm okay."

Suddenly the light changed, and my eyes closed against the brightness.

“You okay Rach?” Will asked, concern in his voice.
“I think so.” I said, my voice shaky.

There was a splash and he was by my side in an instant, his arms pulling me close, “I've got you."