Recovery works. Over the past week, I have weathered a maelstrom that could have easily set me back. I could have easily slipped back into depression and spiraled out of the life I’ve created.
Ten years ago, my day was a success if I brushed my teeth. That was it. That’s the point I was at. I could have reverted to that.
But that created life includes recovery tools that I’ve made a habit to use. I have constantly preached in this blog and in my life that I take medicine as prescribed by my psychiatrist, I meditate daily to give myself a calm center to retreat to when things are out of kilter, I see my therapist regularly and tell him everything, I get exercise, I eat wholesome food, and I get good sleep.
I have stayed stable in the face of being abandoned by my parents because I’m gay, because my recovery tools are habitual.
Am I tooting my own horn? Yes. Am I showing arrogance? Not if it’s the truth.
My reason for writing this blog has always been to show that it’s possible to lead a good life even while living with a mental illness. It’s not an easy thing to do. I have proven that it’s possible.
If I can do it, others can, too.