Recovery.


 Recovery from a mental illness or any illness for that fact does not just happen with a snap of the fingers or over night. I guess that I decided to write this blog post because I am still on my road to recovery and well to be honest I’m not sure if I will ever come to the end of that road. Some people may come to an end in their journey and that is great while others may not but that doesn’t mean its a bad thing. Recovery is something that is different for all of us. No one person will have the same journey to recovery as another person no matter how similar your situations are.

My journey to recovery didn’t start when I was in hospital because I dint want to get help and I didn’t want to change my bad habits. I did everything that I could to avoid any help that was going to be given to me by the hospital staff. It wasn’t until I began to take the hep that was given to that I finally began my journey to recovery. It was a long road in the hospital and I am still not at the end of that road but I do remain hopefully that some day in the future I may reach the end of that road. But I don’t reach the end of my road I’m ok with that because I am not going to give up.

We all have our ups and downs during recovery. I think of recovery like a road “the road to recovery” and the one thing that I have learned the most is that no road is without its curves, bends, bumps and pot holes. No road is a simple road and any road or path that we choose to take will present us with challenges that may be hard to overcome, some that will be easy to overcome and then others that we are scared to overcome. As long as we don’t not give up and take the help that is being offered to use we will move on from that part of the road and continue your journey. Yeah we might come to some red lights and have to stop and take a break but that is ok because it won’t stay red forever and once its green we can move on and when its orange we can proceed with caution.

So no matter what happens on your road to recovery don’t give up because the harder you work and the more you try you will overcome the hard parts of the road!!

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