Sometimes

I feel defined by my time in Recovery.

To employ a metaphor, it is as though I moved to France, learned the language, learned the culture, and now I even pass for French.

Yet I know I am not French.

I may wish to remember who I really am, or have my own culture, identity to be recognised.

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I feel completely taken  over by my experiences in Recovery, and that this has become my life now.

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