This is a metaphor that I use
to explain Recovery.
It is as though I am a child, and my parents hail from different countries.
My parents are separated, and each live in their home country.
I feel torn between them, and spend a lot of time on the border holding my passport.
I do not want to live in the country of Depression, though I lived there a long time. I know the ways and the language. I was a citizen for many years.
I want to live in the country of Recovery, but I do not know how to survive there. I do not speak much of the language, though I am trying to learn.