pieces of my recovery, journaling, gratitude and the pause
reflection for me has been one of the ways i am able to make sense of this journey and process of recovery. figuring out and navigating all the nuances of a child with mental health struggles and unraveling my own childhood. At times the emotions were so overwhelming my head was spinning. the only way i could make sense of how i was feeling or what i was thinking was to put it into words on paper or in my case in my blog. it has been interesting to look back now that time has passed to see where i was then and realize where i am now. I dropped my daughter off at treatment on Easter Sunday, even at the time, i felt like it was symbolic. Easter Sunday, a rebirth, and little did i realize it was not only hers but about to be mine too. the beginning was so dark it felt like i would never feel joy or happiness, there was no light. i knew there had to be something i was supposed to learn but what was it? what was god or the universe trying to teach me? i tried to make sense of what i th...
