Recovery is almost Bipolar. One minute I’m buzzing; confident that I’m going to do this and I’m excited about the freedom, the life, I will finally have. But the next minute, I don’t want to know. One minute, I want to hear that I’m doing well; I’m on the right track, hell- I might even be able to tolerate the idea I’m starting to look better… But the next, I want to stab someone for daring to comment on what’s on my plate and, my goodness, woe betide them if they so much as suggest I look nice.
There is nowhere in the middle… Continue reading “Chickening out already..?”