I did not have a plan for Recovery.
I did not keep a Journal or have goals.
I was a klutz. I careered through my illness, bumping into walls, and sliding down corridors.
I tried everything;
until somehow I arrived on the other side of a mental illness,..
and walked straight into:
the difficulty of learning social customs everyone else seemed to know.
Now I endure life after mental illness.
‘Recovery’ is the new word, and everyone seems to plan for this, to set targets.
I fell into Recovery after some years of false starts and wrong turns, pressing buttons, and holding my breath, hoping that ‘this will work’.