Recovery
Recovery is something that takes time
It doesn’t take a singular day
Recovery takes effort and a support team
But how are you supposed to cope without these things?
If these are so crucial for recovery, how are you supposed to get better?
Those days struggle into nights;
Those nights struggle into uneventful mornings
Everyday feels the same, any progress that has been made remains unclear
Wake up; experience pain and unhappiness all day; go to bed
This repetitive cycle lingers on until eventually you sit there wondering
Who is she; this ball of anxiety and depression that I’m looking at
You begin to miss who you used to be, and miss the body that you used to have
You no longer have any interest with being around friends and family
Because you are embarrassed of the person that you have turned into
You try to reach out and get the help you need, but nothing you hear is what is needed
You begin to sense the frustration of your loved ones, and the suffering you put them through
You feel guilty; you begin to question your existence…
Then slowly, things start falling back into place
Little things happen that make each day a bit better
You begin to realize that there are people there to help you
You find that one person who is more patient than the rest; one who genuinely cares
You’ve found the support you’ve needed this entire time
All that you’ve longed for is to be listened
Finally, someone is listening and you feel understood
Copyright © Charlotte Fury | Year Posted 2021
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