I believe that recovery is essential.
If I did not believe in recovery, then I would not believe in myself. I recover constantly, and I do not always mean a drastic recovery from an event that is life altering, even though I have recovered from those instances as well. I mean recovering and healing from everything.
Recovery is a gateway to rebirth of a situation, or a life in general. It is the process of healing, of forgiving but never forgetting, of letting go, and most of all, of moving on.
I am just one person, but in my short life, I have had some major instances to recover from, some being harder than others. By the time I was 17, I had experienced more than I should have.
When I was little, I had a rough time because my parents were divorced and my daddy moved away, he was not doing things that were very good but my mommy still wanted me to see him. It was hard, but recently, I forgave him and I recovered, I healed those wounds.
In 5th grade, I broke my ankle, and on its own, with the help of a cast, it recovered.
At 15 I was touched, in a way that a girl of my age and beliefs should not have been touched. I was captive in my fear and sorrow, but after the weeks of depressed thoughts and helplessness, I began to recover. I sought help from those around me, and with their words and my will power, I recovered, and moved on with my life.
At 16 I had a serious boyfriend that I had for two years. Our relationship went sour just when I thought it was all getting better, but guess what, I recovered, even though I thought it was the end of the world, and that I could not cry anymore, and that I never would fully recover, I did, and I am now VERY happy without him.
Later that year, a close friend of mine, almost like a mentor, passed away in an awful hiking accident. Pain filled my world, as well as the world of everyone I held dear. Although the process was long and hard, we recovered.
By 17, I got into things that I should not have gotten into, and it became a lifestyle that I thrived on, along with my five best friends. We lived this life full of sin and unhappiness. I messed up my grades, lost friends, lost my faith, but worst of all, completely lost myself. My friends felt the same and all of us stopped. We realized how precious life was and how bad we were messing it up. And all of us recovered, with the help of eachother, and in my case, the help of a group of people I owe everything to. We RECOVERED.
In some instances, recovery is natural, in some, you must work for it, but all recovery is hard, and scary, and painful, but where would I be without it? Not in a very good place, maybe even dead, but I am not, and I believe that people would be happier and better off in trying to recover. So pass it on, recovery is essential.
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