I squandered so much of my time on things that destroyed my chances at a successful recovery…until I woke up. I woke up to present day, the Now, and realized the choice was upto me. Did I want to die from my disorders or did I want to make peace with them?
So often I would blame my past and the broken people in it for making me sick. But the game of life, the real game of life is not played that way. Especially if you want to win. So, I got on my knees and prayed for guidance. No one can define that for you, what or who is your source of help or aid. But I truly believe my guidance comes from the God I believe in.
Sure it took me to fall in the mud and get stuck there many times over. But I got out because I reached out. And a power greater than I could ever be solo, took my hand and gave me the strength and hope that I could do it. So as I go into my fourth year of a full recovery I am humbled. Still more to learn and more to do. But my house is build on solid rock this time, or solid mind however you want to look at it, and I’m not afraid to decorate and rearrange the furniture. 🙂