Change is the only constant
It's been a hot minute that I wrote something for my blog, the reason for this is that I went to so much brain spaces and stuff. Life was a constant changing object and I needed to adapt so often that at points I did not know what was happening in that moment.
Running before I can walk.
This week marked 18 months in recovery, something I never thought was possible. Yet I did that, I made it happen. But something that is letting me stumble every now and then is that I want to run to the next phase. I am trying to run before I can walk which is never good, I just never done it the other way.
Navigate left? Or right?
Sometimes all you need is a different perspective to your daily life things. I am so happy that i have a therapeutic team that can show me how insane my thought patterns sometimes are on a daily basis. And as soon I say them out loud to my therapist, it dawns to me how insane it actually is. But I keep believing my thoughts, they make sense in a way.
Recovery is a daily choice..
It's hard to sit down and write at the moment. Cause the one moment I'm the happiest girl in the world, other moment's I don't see the point anymore. I'm almost 16 months without behaviors yet I feel I should be so much more stable, I should have my life in order, maybe even I should be healed.
