After a hard day, my mom and I were discussing recovery.
We analyzed everything I needed to get over- everything I knew I had to let go of in order to be completely over this. It was a long list.
Noticing my discouragement, my mom put her hand on my shoulder.
"You didn't wake up one morning with all these problems. You developed them over time until you got to a point where you had to acknowledge that they need addressing.
Therefore, you can't wake up tomarrow morning problem free. It will take time, and you're not going to get over it all at one time. Take it one day at a time, one problem at a time."
She was right: recovery won't happen the second I decide I need it. It is going to take a lot of time.
I have hope though... I know time itself will heal.