Will the Third Time Be the Charm?

It was one year ago today that I began my journey of recovery.  To mark this anniversary, I planned show where I'd been and where I am now.  I uploaded pictures of my house, and I took photos to show how it looks today.  But as I started to describe what my life was like back then and looked at the photos, I did not feel like it was a healthy thing for me to do to go back there.  Maybe someday, but not now.  I'm glad I have the photographic documentation of today and one year ago today, but I'm not going to look at them any more for a while.  Suffice it to say that I never dreamed I would get to such a state.

So, I started a new post for today, attempt number two.  Then my mouse froze.  I finally had to restart my computer.  Okay, so here I go again.  Attempt number three.

Two months ago, Jeremy told me that there was a push to stop seeing clients who were doing as well as I was so that they could concentrate those clients whose needs were more acute.  He gave me the option of stopping or continuing to see him.  I know how I am.  I can do well for a long time, and then I can reach a period where things start to break down for me.  So, I opted to stay with him, and I figured I'd need to see him again in a couple of months.  I saw him yesterday, and we came up with a plan to tackle the last bedroom.  And I'll see him again in two weeks. 

I also met the peer support specialist coordinator.  I will be able to co-facilitate in upcoming WRAP classes, and I discovered another on-going group that meets weekly.  I attended one group that meets on Tuesdays at the Mental Health Center, but it wasn't helpful to me.  I have a feeling that this other one will work better for me, so I'm looking forward to checking out the other one. 

I can see the benefit of focusing on recovery rather than illness.  Just looking at those photos was distressing, and trying to write about that time, even briefly, was not good for me.