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’.




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