This is a metaphor that I use to describe my attitude to Recovery..
I am on a ship, and it is sinking.
Different forms of rescue appear:
a small boat, a raft, a canoe.
I refuse help in each case because the craft are all so old, dirty, unstable.
I am waiting on the ideal rescue.
Hopefully, a yacht will appear with lighted windows.
I will be given my own room, and offered champagne.
The problem is , the ship is sinking.
When I first began to recover, I wanted everything to be perfect.
I wanted depression to disappear, my symptoms to cease.
I would now make friends easily, be successful.
Recovery has involved episodes of depression, lack of social interaction, isolation and insecurity.
But I have to make the best of it.
If I don’t try to recover now, then I might never get another chance.