It’s hard to actually see your own recovery
Unlike your relapse
Which you can replay without hesitation in your mind
Recovery is different
It’s like one day you’re a total fucking basket case
And then you blink your eyes and you’re you again
Maybe if you’re like me
You started to experience brief moments of you again
So you hoped and wished that it meant you were finally coming back
And then one day
Visiting your own condo
You instinctually know
Something is different
Something has changed
The me that was gone
The me that I was so sure I’d lost
That me came back
Now
Looking at her in the mirror
It’s so hard to imagine how badly things had gotten
How far away she seemed
How trapped in her own mind she’d become
And now
Here she is
Standing before me
Looking back at me
She’s far from perfect
Not even close to almost
And yet I’ve never been happier to see my own reflection staring back at me
Yay!! Happy to hear this 😘
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Thank you 🥰
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I hope she sticks around for a while
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Oh god me too!
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Oh my goodness Angela, this was an absolutely amazing and beautiful post! I am sorry for my late response, but I am trying to catch up. I am so glad things are getting better for you. You should already know this, but I think you are a wonderful person and friend that I truly admire!
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