This post puts so many feelings into words so much better than I ever could. Thank you for writing this and reminding me why I opt to struggle every single day for recovery.
In a nutshell,
You’re going to fall down. A lot. You’ll probably hit an extreme rock bottom, maybe one that’s lower than the rock bottom you thought you reached when you were sick, and you’ll wonder what the hell at the point of all of this stupid, shitty-ass work is all about. You’re tired of falling. You equate falling with failing. Aren’t they the same thing? You’ll cry to a God if you believe in one, and if you don’t, you’ll still cry and probably wish you believed in one.
There will be low points. And they will hurt like hell.
You’ll think you are the exception. You are the one who won’t heal, the one who cannot recover, the lost cause who is doomed to a lifetime of misery.
People are going to tell you this part of the process. What, this falling down, slamming yourself into the ground, time…
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